Thursday, August 15, 2024

MAYBE

In the foam of countless waves

I searched for the purity of love

loving is a color

or maybe I searched for love in a color

I get happy as I look into the distance

It is a strange feeling to feel the distance close

people miss the distances they have never been to

I would like to dedicate my hopes to the sky, maybe

If this chagrin did not weigh heavy

I want to remind you of your beauty as I approach the obscurity

despite everything

I am saying goodbye, maybe 

but you in every bud

remember me.

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