Beautiful storms.
Branches bending,
leaves drinking water from the waves.
I sat down,
touched the rocks,
and aimed in the middle of not the right,
to show my thoughts and feelings
that beyond their tears
there was more to think and feel.
You went far away.
You denied all we shared and went around.
You spoke with unusual and striking silence.
I could not see underneath your eyes.
I could not read your language of love.
I could not hear your words or even your voice.
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Time of sleeping in endless time of love
did not demand a question,
rather an answer to be closer enough
to feel the beat of each other's heart.
Who understands the ocean?
