Sea Town

My heart flutters when I see this town.
Its shores washed by the Baltic Sea.
A strange pull that isn’t stopping.
Maybe a piece of my heart forever resides there.
And yet I don’t feel like living there.
But I feel like coming back.
At least once a year.
Walking on its streets.
Taking it all in.
Like strange magic.
Recharging my soul.
So until next time.
I’m coming home.

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Baltic Sea

She’s calling me back.
The sea.
To where it all began.
My first home.

I don’t know why.
It pulls my heart.
She whispers to my soul.
I must go.

Never really felt like this.
Not about this place.
Nostalgia, is it?
Or is it… Something else?

The waves sing to me.
The sand warms my skin.
I’m standing before her.
The Baltic Sea.