This time no one
looking for love
between the warehouse,
old house.
Mast and ropes rigging on the story
the ship, boat without sea
waft away and the believer would cling.
Drizzle hasten the dark.
There is also a hawk flaps?
Alluding darkly,
As the day goes by,
fishes swims
in its place.
No longer moves
and the land
and the water now
sleeps calmly
No longer.
I’m alone.
Walking along the bay,
still hoping
until the end
good bye
from the fourth beach,
hopes cries.
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