A Heart in Retreat
Time rows
It marches
It finds morning and then night and every lull of life in between
It works the wind through leaves and trees and valleys that never end
It pushes the waves to shores of even forgotten lands
I am but a droplet of rain in the storm it whips, the rage it sends
The dust of so many sheets of sand
An ember of flames that end
A second ...
A small breath ...
A beat of a heart in retreat
A heart with no time on its hands
A heart racing
... rowing
... marching
... searching
... aching
for a second chance
for a calm sea
for another dance
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