So many hours
I walked the wet sand barefoot
Alone
It is winter
So many lonely hours for me
I didn't see any swimmers around either
Solitude in the wet sand
I still continue to walk in the wet sand
Barefoot
But the waves of the sea
Broke foamy
In the cold sand
Where my feet stepped on
For a moment
I wished until I died
I moan
I don't even know why
A wave came to me
In a good moment
Washing my spirit
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