Standing on the beach
Which may look like
I am the only one
All by myself
Lest your eyes
Decieve you
Unable to see
Hundreds,
If not thousands of
Beautiful souls
Standing right behind me
Whom I kissed
And
Made love to
Looking in the same direction
During this cold
Yet
A beautiful sunrise
Through the vast stretches of
An unending ocean
Note: Someone’s mentioning love and sunrise in the same sentence made me write these words. Numbers do count since whenever you will ask a mathematician, what is universe? he/she will most probably respond “a mere collection of random numbers and their calculations”.
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