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A rock and the sea,
The sky above me
Facetious lappings
Some waves breaking
A slight breeze, a dream.
That is all I need.
Perhaps a seagull
Laughing and glinding
Between two whispers
Of a sunny morning.
A pen and some sheets
That is all I need.
There am I, parted from the world
From scratching noise, constant whirls
The gull is there to make clearer
What ears would never dare remember:
The fears and the struggles,
Left hopes, human despair,
All these things once heard,
And so promptly muffled
into oblivion
In its laughter the gull is right
My fading dream comes back to life
This hollow wish was the true line
Of nothing but a selfish mind.
A rock and the sea,
The sky above me
Facetious lappings
Some waves breaking
A slight breeze, a dream.
Is it really all that I need?
French Tries
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