what will be
2019 like?
it is as always
my way of going to the beach
where i go naked
and bask my body under
the sun
after a dip and a bath
after all the foams of the
waves
have embraced me
my arms and body are too
small for such an
ocean of love
it is like
as always i am one of the
grains of sand
there that you cannot
anymore
identify.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem