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Thought It Was a Vacation but Was a Get Away

I wrote this years ago and was part of my ancient history. Everything was forgotten, but this is my souvenir.



A vivid welcome, eyes

Dry, yet everything's freezing

Coarse, hands gripping the

Sand, as sudden splash

Let chest remembers,

How sail became smaller,

... smaller and farther.

... but, why?

Was I too heavy for

the ... our boat?

Solus and was

Stuck between: to die

In a remote deserted island, or

drown into the

depths of the ocean.

© 2021 Kathrine S

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