YOU

YOU

By Black Horse

Let the waves wash my feet
Dust sticks like rust

My hand is blue horizon
Combined sea and coast

My face is stretch of sand
My tongue is east wind

Your dimples
Harbor wave
When walking and even running
Like a saddle of a wild horse

Let meet
A series of dreams
Determine me
On this beach
2019

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