Only for an instant
can you witness the parting
of the mist over the ocean.
The heavy
pink curtain collapses,
swallowing the wavering shore
in its fumes
divides the sky in separate columns
of gold and silver
in a single sensual gesture;
no existing border could be made out:
The dunes were a few meters
higher! The sky reached out to us
in the shadow of the water lines.
©2017 Alex Bex
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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