A Sunset light
and ples is lemon,
and the hot shine
of salty tears.
So beautiful the skies,
their ocean,
colorless blood
of heart's scars portion.
the distant pier,
water's everywhere,
ans it is fleeting,
and I - run where?
The waves now lick
the coast and shore,
then hardly beat
them as a foe.
granite is tired
of their attacks.
What is it then?
For what... so hard? !
the lemon light
Ples at the sunset,
and the cool splash
expelled my anguish.
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The author of this poem is Ella Muerte!