Sea wind dances
On my face;
The midday sun leaves
Warm kisses behind.
In the distance—
A flock of birds
Like tribal darts
Beneath the clouds.
I hear a tune
Of forgotten dreams,
The wasted desires
Of a tiny heart.
Sea waves rush over
The impoverished land;
I sit among the herbs,
Listening to seashells.
Amid the salt and mist,
There is silence;
I gaze at green sprouts
That grow in the sun.Written in Chinese poetic style, but inspired by Pablo Neruda's "Playa del Sur"
Year:
2013
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