once more
I am pulled towards
the river
the big dirty snake
with its hidden
treasures
of appearing and disappearing
beaches and wash-ups
eery silence of solitude
amongst the people of the world
the contradictions
of being part of and apart from
poor and rich
side by side
pure grainy sand
clinking sound of glass
with every wave awash
the beating of my heart
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