Walking in a shoreline trodden by tears
Makes it not a wonder
Why the sea is salty
And sometimes even bitter.
With every step
It disappears behind
Leaving not a trace
To grace the memory of time.
To think
Of what came before
This filthy pair of feet
Of the thousands that drowned.
Makes it a wonder
Why the ocean
So calm and serene
In dusk’s full grandeur.
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