Return to Pacific
I stroll barefooted in my heart
As waves in furious, cold pursuit
Slam fragile and eroded coast...
With little hopes that dissipate
I walk alone although the beach is full
of memories of steps together
The ocean's winter throwing stones
And freezes my immortal Soul
As waves collide in childish games
My ashes join the future rhythm
Good bye, farewell suspended roots
As I attempt to reach my sailboat leaving...
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Iolanda Scripca 2/29/2016 |
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