A reimagining of this poem from Sadje – written for dVerse MTB – cherita

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A merciless tide

drags the shore
no plea, no anchor

fists clenched at the sky
the storm passed
leaving only echoes

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A silent serpent

slithers forward
beneath the bridge

ashes on the current
no hand can gather them
again

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A calming salve

shadows swallowed
deeper than roots can reach

rest now
like a river at dusk
carrying the moon’s reflection

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