written by: Sana Tamreen Mohammed
Waves come running to me
hiding the layers of sunset,
embroidered pattern in every fold.
Certain things are not meant to be
Empty cans in water,
shapes in the sky,
sometimes of a bird going home,
waves breaking on the shore.
I want to hold them all together
fill the ocean in my heart.
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