The wind playfully twirls her hands through
Trembling palm leaves on ocean shores.
The waves at night are emotions wild and alive
Throwing their cold bodies against the shores
Like caged-in birds with folded wings in prayer.
If they had voices, these emotions would be
Like the roar of the ocean waves.
But they are whimpering dogs with lost bones
Growling at the sharp jabs of iron in their heart.
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