Island of Me

Is there anything more spectacular than a sunset?

Watching a day end,

Knowing that what you leave behind,

The Sun is applauding?

I fought a long time,

And a lot of unnecessary blood, sweat, and tears were spent.

But those fluids are the fertilizers of wisdom.

She is the waves that ebb and flow,

Moving time in and out of the horizon.

Leaving only trails in the sand.

Do they matter to her?

Do I matter to her?

She rests upon an island of me.

Hoping to retrieve what was lost to me

Before the Sun rises once more.

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