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Interrogation

My tangled heart was left
With a nest of interrogation.
Whether I'm the only person
Sleepless in a drowsy island.
For decades and long, I ask.
The starry world has recieved
My curious gestures.
Handwritten letters may answer.

On the shore,
The ripples 're running towards me.
Diving into the blurry imagination
In stead of that
Blue calm sea.
The wind slows down.
Reminding of a kind voice.
That heals my wound.
Does it? Does it even more?
The waves wetten my feet
And explain why.

- Aishee