I pose
for a picture of myself
at the sea port
you will know about
the wind
you will hear the sound
of happy people
imagine the scent of the
breeze
the coolness of the caress
that it makes
in my hair
you will see beauty
here
as i still keep the
faith
for these times
to life
to beauty
to happiness.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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