the village deep asleep
your face slowly flaming
with glow of candles
you kept rekindling
with glow of the wind
rougher now somehow the sea
left with straying tumble-weed
i chase among shipwrecks
early mornings on the beach
not questions' glint
it’s the sea
her foaming tides
inviting me to deeps
never thought in reach
when you left my hand
somewhere in the dark
that night in Mandrem
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