When night comes
with the cool wind
combing through the vineyards,
I heave and sigh in bated breath
with fresh -scented berries
filling my nostrils;
like an opiate in the dark
I feel the breeze
sift through my body
and suturing my soul.
And by this driftwood fence
where I stand to watch
this retiring day
in drunken ambiance,
I feel the wetness of sand
soothing my naked feet.
And as if the heavens beckon me
before the day is gone,
I lift my hands to the skies
and wave farewell
to another day,
hoping I’ll see you again
standing besides me
as if it were yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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