That Ghost-Eyed Dog
Do you remember that ghost-eyed dog
on the beach who always came so close
to hunt us with her love?
She became one with the waves now,
washing away our hues and shades,
blessing the wet sand with her running paws.
She is so far away now,
her piercing blue eyes seeking for the unknown
pursuing the echo of our long-lost love song.
I’d like to believe
that it is its vibrations that keep her alive.
And no one can tell what will happen
when all the voices die away.
(...will she ever come back to find us?)
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