it's been quite a time
when i left the cubicles of
the city, when exciting news
comes from the sheets,
and pleasures confined
within the electrical gadgets
of the room,
i am in an island
listening to the band of geese
the trumpet of the conch
the sloshing of the sands
gliding with boats
and dreaming with sea foams
i cover my head with
a straw hat
when the sun is up
at night we gaze in space
figuring the message of
the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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