Exhalation

The sea, with exhalation long,
Bade me to take life long and slow;
A time when I was young, whole, strong,
And had so many wheres to go —

It’s strange how the horizon’s there,
But ever always out of reach,
And how we dash, only to find
That we’re alone here on

The beach

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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