i rake the boat
going to
an island
the trip is long
the sea is calm
people look towards
one direction
i close my eyes
lost in the labyrinths of
thoughts
the boat arrives
people disembark
i regret
philosophizing so much
i regret
closing my eyes
a man with his
camera
has taken lots of pictures
of the sea,
the islands that we passed
the trails of foams
that we left behind
with too much thinking
i agree
i missed life
i lost earth.
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