Nova Scotia

I’m back, but not for good.
I can swim, but not very far.
I will still write,
If you’d like that.

But I’ll never know if you got them,
You never write me back.
The sky is cloudy,
Sea is rough.

The shore is wet,
Stones are tough.
I am on my own island,
Without palms or sand.

I wont be back for a while,
I can run and hold my breath.
We were once two,
Now we are one.

by Sebastian Sandok

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