two souls on a sandy beach
sitting with arms tied
watching the sunset
the black shore once bleached
after my dad asked to gather more wood
and I came back
and stood
at the end of my track
is what I spied
for what seemed a tied
this immense sea
watching the two as I leaned
agains a palm tree
wondering If one day that could be me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem