Your soft whispers
are
the waves’ voice
spraying
on the rocks.
The
sparkle in your eyes
is
silver moonlight
on
the sea.
Your
chest
to
which I press my cheek,
is
summer sand-
and
your
love
is
found on the salty breeze.
Far
gone…
We
kissed goodbye,
but
never touched,
I
reached out a hand
and
grasped only mist.
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