Poezie
Lover ground
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Mediu
And you raise.
From the struggle of waves
Fresh sand is born
And I read your track for a wave
As only one you will stay.
And you go afar
Toward distances where images
Burn in the light of day
And I run for awhile, I run, I pray
I cry with sand in my hair and no words to say.
And I've lost.
Lost the chance to tell what I feel.
I lay on the ground and talk to the sand
Whisper each morsel my dreams and my fears.
Maybe one day
Each morsel of sand born from the struggle of waves
Will talk to your skin
As you raise.
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