Alone

I sit alone on this straggled beach -
where time doesn’t flow.
I sit and I wait for those who will come 
and wash away my sorrow.
All in all a thousand suns,
and yet I shiver in cold.
I wait alone for that arm
which will wipe away my woe.
Crying, crying I waste away -
a shadow of my youth.

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