hours pass by
day begins to drift
twilight colors enshroud the sea
alone with roar of silvery waves
in a cliff-hanging room
and rocks' open-ended reply
it’s a single voice
where merge the caller
and the called
in deep slumber
find you lying next to me
from distant shores returned
face awash with moonlit waters
from where surfs whistle you return
in the garden of swaying palms
you become queen of the breeze
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