the two of you
are a scenery
of a lake and a
yacht
clear blue lake
white silver yacht
up there the sky
watches with envy
and the sea
finds joy in your
melodies
i watch
without asking if
there is love
there
i said sorry for myself
i do not want anymore to be interested
i like the farthest distance that the horizon is making
i feel for the dry leaf that it has sadly taken.
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