Silhouette.
The moon has erased that memory
silent, in the dark night
I observe the movement of the waves,
I give myself to them.
I float in a sea of sensations
the past has been forgotten
the adventure is transformed,
I let myself move by the waters.
The moon has been hidden
between clouds of torment
Grey,
serene.
Of that vestige of light
The darkness has been left
and now, right now,
I see your silhouette wake up.
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