Although this land is not my own,
I will remember its inland sea
and the waters that are so cold
the sand as white
as old bones, the pine trees
strangely red where the sun comes down.
I cannot say if it is our love,
or the day, that is ending.
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damn i love her!
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ooo. I love the last lines, and the way she compares her love with the beauty of nature, mourning over both.
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I liked the beginning, there was substance and imagery and thought, I didn't like the ending because, to me, it showed nothing. But, maybe that was the point, to show something in the beginning and nothing at the end.
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This is really nice. I can't really say what you're referring to, but wherever it is, it must be really nice. Great poem.
Jen
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