Waiting

I let it grow, twisted trunks and shrivelled leaves,

Branches crack under high wind speeds

Sail the boat out into sea
Should I expect it to come back to me?

Waves that tear its hull in two
Split ends sail I’m just a fool

Waiting on shores that never recede

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