At the shore where the waves still sing,
she bends low, as though remembering wings.
Her hands reach out, searching for home,
yet she remains – alone in being.
The waves tease softly at her feet,
a fleeting touch, no tender greeting.
Caught between the sand and sea,
her longing aches for ancient depths.
In blackened sand that holds her still,
her body merges with this world.
The traces speak of struggle past
yet now she rests
in silent time.
