I came to the seashore
for the hundredth time.
Again and again I come
to this dilapidated house,
to the house
of an old fisherman,
where there are old boats,
where the smell
of the sea mixes with
the smell
of old fishing gear.
I am sitting on the
very edge of the shore,
and the waves touch my feet.
Memories comfort me,
assure me that maybe
everything will
calm down like the sea,
then calm, then a storm.
Maybe. Maybe.
Life is like the sea.
Calm at sea
or a storm at sea -
it does not depend on you.
Life is like the sea
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