As the breeze commanded the rhythm
of pure natural essence
in such delightful body,
the crew of thy ship
fell into your waves;
dancing,
dreaming,
forgetting about the moon and stars
that were taken out of the sky by such glamorous figure;
i kept on thinking-
can i conquer those perfect lines
with my talents and words,
could i be the one for you to choose
among the gods;
could i, an old pirate
take your hand and
converge with you within the blue
please give me a hint,
a clue,
or at least,
wake me from those ideas
the could bury me
at this very end.
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