washing
Now I remember at night
horizon at the end of the deep sea,
When I watched the burning,
the sea just for me to turn on the lights.
In the vast mystery of days away,
sunrises and gulls restless hunger,
occasion of more red blood
heart of a man for life that defies the waves,
I think about it in a rainy night,
the heavy rain that falls careless,
celestial bath of muddy earth.
Now, remember, in the distant past,
last part of a dying day,
a dark horizon at the end of the sea,
burning red, blood, death.
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