Sea Face yesterday here I found the Orient remain in me thought I knowing There germinated night with this decay Traveller in the morning rope I wash the darkness to you lift handful of clear water from yours reflecting sea face Blurred you form then the rings of the Forgetting Only patience and maturity lets me preserve my face To the madness never the forehead compulsory A trip without companions From bare desire in the #life quite blank sucked In me rests the tact too long it does not hurt any more hazardously Only my footprint presses the mood If it goes on
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