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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() As I sit, drinking my morning coffee, My eyes drift lazily along the wall To a photograph hung Behind the counter. Who is this woman With her back turned to me Looking out at the water I peer into her stagnant world,
The frozen image of waves and the ocean breeze; And the hustle and bustle of the shop Slowly fades Into quiet babble Which soon becomes The calming sounds of water lapping against the shore And the distant voices Of beachgoers. The sun casting dark crimson on the waves; I am there Standing behind her Looking out at the calm stillness of the bay. The woman in the photograph Did she briefly turn To smile and greet me? Must have been my imagination. I’ve finished my coffee now Farewell, my love. Comments are closed.
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