The Edge of the Bay

I am the one who
loves the smell

of earth at dawn
on a gloomy day,

when violet clouds
direct my path.

I am the one with
a mind that chatters

of all the things
I dare not say,

like fleeting dreams
or futile wrath.

I am the one who
walks through mist

and salty fog
at the edge of the bay,

where each sandy step
is like being kissed.

I am the one who
knows what matters

alone in my cottage
at the end of the day.

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