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Predominant
The first thing I saw when I awoke
In the beach were an embraced shark’s eyes
Where the waves broken in pieces into the long distance
Flowing underneath the sweet sand
And marking in every step I made in life other than me.
In every effort of my body and soul
Yelling out as if it were leaving a finger, an arm, a leg
As much as they begun to create a second of me;
A reviewing of my separated self until
I cannot yet conceive the ability of being me.
How I flung myself in that shark's eyes
Different from which I have witnessed in my young dream;
And the appeal that reborn from my last holding heart
An abyss filled with you. A caption of being
Nothing else than a receiver away from me.
Copyright ©
George Zamalea
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