The wave that dies on the shore
the salty smell of the sea
the lighthouse that slept in the evening
a fish that seemed to drown;
and after he, sitting,
with the gaze immobile in the instant
of that baleful day
as if nothing was important
except us at that time
together over time
that I was hoping it was slow.
STAI LEGGENDO
Get lost in thoughts.
PoetryPensieri, stralci effimeri della fantasia, che nutrono la giornata di un sognatore. Thoughts, ephemeral excerpts from the imagination, which feed the day of a dreamer.
