The sky is boundless like
A water-coloured dress
There are no clouds to write about
And it’s dry as a bone
The breeze is as soft as yr kiss
Though, I haven’t felt it in while
The sea is calm as yr gestures
I am waiting for yr return
As I sit at the beach
Rereading yr letter once more
After, I finished I reread it again
Until yr words are written on my soul
I csnnot weep any more
My eyes are arid
Like a passage of time
The hourglass is turned over
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