Would I
swim?
Glazed under
the sun...
There will
be my dreams.
Houses of
white pale,
Smiles of faraway
destinies
I saw the
Pier…
I should be
holding a red ballon.
Look! A
seagull…
How did it fly
so high?
Without
memories or a broken heart…
Lost, my
love…
These
seashells of hope.
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