Bitter Sea

The Autumn sky is vast

there is no end

The swallows fly exultant

at Summers end

 

I track the endless sands

and land for peace

The innocence of birds

brings no release

 

Of meaning I have none

nor harmony

Yet here I am again

This bitter sea

This poem is about: 
Our world

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