Oh fierce nostalgia.
Oh voice raised before the rolling breakers, The sliding waves, The slick sheen of sand, The silent burst of a blazing pearl Sinking slowly in the blue-black sky And fading, disappearing, The sea and sky had no words But the rumble of the waves The silence of the stars And the sailing of my mind. Words, what? carved the hollow of a shell, Filled (for the time) with sweetness… Naive soul, you danced without another, But invited only God.
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