Heart at Shore

There are a lot of things to write about when you're sitting alone near the sea just before sunrise arrives. There is a certain kind of melancholic calmness in the wee hours before the rays. It's like the light is almost here, but not close enough. It's heartbreaking, isn't it? Knowing that you almost met love, a mere tease of what could have been?

I sit by the shore, admiring the chaos of the tides- blindly loyal to their God, the Moon. The tides sing in the glory of the moonlight, like that would cure the illness of love. Humans were cowards since inception. War was a brother of fear, not courage.

The sun rises while I struggle to type a pinch of what my heart truly feels. Slowly, the sound of religiously praying and crashing waves, is overpowered by the morning buses and local train announcements. In the distance, a work-out track is heard.

There are a lot of things to write about. I cannot help but think about you as I type. I know it seems unnecessary in the eyes of my poetry.

But that is how love commands, doesn't it?

It makes you sit near the sea as the sun rises, and write about your muse.

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