Solace by the water...
listen to the tides
if you wish to find me
in imperfect hides

just open the window
and let in the sun
you will realize:
the night hasn't won

my residency is now...
with the address lost
counting the stars
is what I miss- most

walking on cold granules
of sand, so inspiring...
looking for lost keys:
remittance of spring

just pick up the phone
if you can not sleep
I'll be waiting here...
where the ocean's deep


by Silvana Krculic

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