On the Beach Nostalgia of a Poet
White dunes fluttering sands
in the heart delusional disappointments
in my world it was the edge of time
since you left in an april
this and everything on this beach I realize
nothing seduces me anymore....
All this sadness, dead landscape
in this beauty I am less than a grain
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