Lying on the sand of the sea
I see the birds fly through the sky.

In the silence, the ghosts
They try to hit the memories.

A thread of tears
moistens the cracks of the shadows.

They dance the waves of the sea and
the breeze sings like a weapon of hope.

And then in the sun's descent
as a sleepwalker I get away from the mirage.

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Original by @corderosiete

12/16/2018