It was important for me to see a trace, to see your trace, in the mud of the descending tide, and I wished it would stay there, after the rising tide, eternally, honestly, naively.
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It was important for me to see a trace, to see your trace, in the mud of the descending tide, and I wished it would stay there, after the rising tide, eternally, honestly, naively.
This speaks to me of love and loss, pining and letting go.
I am attached to the past and sometimes find it difficult to let it go…
J’aime beaucoup. Was more touched by this version, the English one.
Et en particulier, par ces quelques mots ensemble… « in the mud of the descending tide »…
Je retiens « touched », merci Caroline.