this morning
the fog is still hugging
the trees
slowly the sun peeps out
from the breasts of
two hills
in this tiny village far
from the city
i am singing a love song
a little mix
of sweet and sour
a tinge of bitterness
a vast universe
lies here
beyond me a horizon
of loneliness
out there
in that blue ocean seen
from here
shadows of ships are sailing
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