Eventually [POETRY]
finally we leave that beach
with silence deleting events
without a trace without history
some remain hidden there
the verses of your poems still whisper love
on the wind that always hunts the waves
some remain unanswered there
although the language has been born millions of words
to translate the signs
finally we leave that beach
with the mute of the ocean
the sound of the waves that always hit the chest
then keep your missions on the beach
at the depths of the sea that hide love
before installing back combing everything
nice post brother @kinghearts.
vote back.
Thanks bg
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