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A sandy strand runs the island round,
Delimiter of land and of sea, of life and of death.
Beyond the reef, now just a speck, the wreck,
A wood ship battered on a coral shore.
How long? Weeks, months, years?
Unknown.
He lost the count, and most of his mind,
When her body washed ashore.
So here he stands,
Memoriam to a memory
Of one so dear, so missed, so loved…
Had she survived, this could have been
A paradise found, removed from
The demands of surviving in the modern world.
There was enough here to live a life,
Water, food, the base necessities.
Their life, their love, their world,
Would have been each in the other,
Could have been each in the other,
On this sandy strand, that runs the island round.
This paradise.
Alone.
This hell.
A sandy strand runs the island round,
Delimiter of land and of sea, of life and of death.
Beyond the reef, now just a speck, the wreck,
A wood ship battered on a coral shore.
How long? Weeks, months, years?
Unknown.
He lost the count, and most of his mind,
When her body washed ashore.
So here he stands,
Memoriam to a memory
Of one so dear, so missed, so loved…
Had she survived, this could have been
A paradise found, removed from
The demands of surviving in the modern world.
There was enough here to live a life,
Water, food, the base necessities.
Their life, their love, their world,
Would have been each in the other,
Could have been each in the other,
On this sandy strand, that runs the island round.
This paradise.
Alone.
This hell.