My Solitude Begins
First blow of chill wind,
whips me hard with blinding sand;
my vision dimmers losing the hazed horizon's sight...
hours earlier a cloudless sky was very blue and bright.
The long walks in the sad dunes
have ended, so will the flights of strayed balloons;
Will I miss the warm afternoons and breezy nights with the lunar sheen...
when the foaming waves reached my sandy toes and washed them clean?
My pensive look follows a falling star
without hearing its loud shattering on a rock,
which darkness has hidden from the silver moonbeams...
but all the mystery and silence abruptly end as my solitude begins.
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