poem
Sometimes the sea reminds me of your face
the waves that move of your figure
walking by the shore
singing like the wind
Sometimes the horizon
reminds me of your eyes
shining like the sunrise
and like the night
turn dark
Sometimes
I feel your figure
walking in eternity
in sand coffins
of burial memories
Sometimes although you're
not present
my mind still remembers
your divine figure
LF/RR/2015
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