Off Season from Treasure Pool by Freezing Cold

Smelled the mist of the sea in my dreams, swam as far as I could be. Almost ran out of breath, then came back to shore with just a few moments left.

The cold ground, watch shorebirds fly from the cold ground.

Brushed off the stubborn sand. Everything was closed near the pier at sightline’s end. Almost ran out of breath, always wondering about what will happen next.

I wake ahead of the alarm sounds. Smile and fade into the background. Take the train to the edge of town to sit under burning sun painting the cold ground.

Cold ground, watch shorebirds fly from the cold ground.

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