Of course, there would be traces
of passers
lost on the dunes,
one we cannot always be with on their own
but they would have come, and would
have gone and now I would be alone
with the sky and promises
of thunderstorms
in the cold sand of May.
there would be no harm
in taking what is lying on the beach
what the sea has rejected
branches and shells
intertwining in the sand
and thanks to the miracle of the tides
of supreme beauty would be capable
*first posted in February 2021, edited in January 2022
I love water in every shape or forms: streams, rivers, lakes, ponds (water lilies), the sea, the shore, the beach, the rocks by the water, the sound of running water. I like to take baths (but no bath in Nelson), showers (very hot), I like to go to the pool, to the spa. I wish I could surf, but I will never go in a submarine, nor will I scuba dive.
to let yourself slide
in the deepest of dreams
on a big rock
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