The years they bring a rising tide,
and sweep my strand of life
with waves that come cold and
high, under a bleak sky.
The years they bring a rising tide,
never shall it ebb; dark
grows the bleak sky above,
there shall be nothing but night.
17.03.-12.04.2023
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