Only for an instant
can you witness the parting
of the mist over the ocean.
The heavy
pink curtain collapses,
swallowing the wavering shore
in its fumes
divides the sky in separate columns
of gold and silver
in a single sensual gesture;
no existing border could be made out:
The dunes were a few meters
higher! The sky reached out to us
in the shadow of the water lines.
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I was woken
by the terrible
sigh of the ocean
in the lonely night
and noticed the heavy
branches of the trees
on the seafront
hanging like corpses
swayed by the wind.
And the smell of skin
in my coarse bedsheets
keeps me stranded
and wrecked,
muddled in the torment. |
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