A walk at the beach, late at night
Always reminds me of a lonely site
Where the shore was savage like a raging storm
And the sounds of passion were never unworn
The moon shined on, without regret
Giving life to those who forget
That once they walked here, just like me
In a motionless wonder, staring at the sea
Haunted by thoughts of being remembered
by this site among the numbered
Yet forever, we'll all remain
Wondering motionless when all is vain.
C.Vergara
01.13.1989
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