A mild bora blows
in the sea of loneliness
surges across waves of memories
on the cliffs of the time
Traces of light passes
are abandoned in the sand
while the seagulls fly
by being rocked in the wind
It makes room in the clouds
a pale ray of sunshine
for the comfort of my soul
obscured
immobility of the world
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