Saturday, 24 August 2013


Always rushing in the tide,
I try to find you,
But you're already washed out,
Too far,
Too deep,
Too wide,
I clutch you hand,
But you've turned to sand,
Whispering between fingers,
That grasp at air,
Gone again,
Into the stillness of the air.

~Rei Shiori

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