CS, thoughts
I've stopped visiting seashore, (seashores?)
once my joy;
not that I've grown old
but because
I can no more tolerate
the compulsive
to and fro of the waves;
the tiredness
that does not culminate in death,
nor offers any respite; (no nor?)
has no end.
And of late I've (no and?)
accepted the concept of death.
The to and fro interesting.
Thanks.
Gary
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