She lives in the city
near the sea,
Slave of the dream,
prisoner of the pirate.
I want to be with her,
watch her stand by the shore,
beautiful, warm, smiling,radiant,
could I ask for more?
want her to see,
in turn watch her face,
light up with that childish glee,
things that I wove,
sea turtles that bleed.
let us put the seeds for the plants we need,
growing older by an hour,
hair grown grey as wheat flour,
may be stained lot ,
life is surely lost.
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