Roots.

Roots.

A Poem by SELF

There is some comfort in the emptiness of the sea

For the stillness of the mind is uncovered 

and its taste is like a smooth cup of tea.

But he who comes from across a deep and troubled sea

Finds life in every breath they see. 

© 2025 SELF


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