She used to sign her name on the water. Rowing in the lake.
He tried to reach there with his hands, trying to touch her poetic alphabets. Her name rippled away.
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Comments: 5
As happens in your poem, it seems as if we are trying to reach the veterans through the blackness by touching the letters in their names.
castaway from memories on the shore
feel emotive exhaust propelling