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My heart roars — II

The silent noise of the sea calling my DNA to return.
The thunderous clamour of the waves clashing for sand with all their might.
The sizzling sound of a thousand bubbles bursting on the washed-up wave at my feet.
And yet, nothing muffles the roaring beat in my chest vibrating your name every second.
[a E.]

My heart's roar comes with a message from time to time. I think he thinks I don't think about you enough, so he beats a bit harder waking and reminding me that what he feels is what I feel. And I listen to him, thus I write.
Two months ago he roared like this: