Song Of The Sea
Sea breeze
Is pushing over by the waves
Through the sleeves of the robe
Slipping on the table
Ringing some cups and plates
Opposite the chair
Is another chair
The sea level is dragging by my eyes
Flickering like the cursor outside the window
There is an ancient blue fragrance
in the air
In this moment
I am deciding to be a crazy person
Let my heart
Becoming as clean as the fire
(All text and photography on the website are original by RETROWN.)
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