📚SEA📖
Sea, half of my soul is made of salt air
Because it is due to the same restlessness and nostalgia,
That there is in the vast cry of the high tide,
That no good has ever satisfied me.
And it's because your waves shattered by the sand
Stronger rise again,
That after each fall way to life,
For a dizzy new illusion.
And if I keep telling the stars my evil
It is because you too revolted and theatrical
You make your pain sound through the heights.
And if first of all I hate and run away
What is impure, profane and dirty,
It is only because your waves are pure.
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