My heart waits eagerly
When the sun vanishes.
The western horizon
Perhaps knows the reason
Of this anxiety,
My heart is in that prison,
Still captivated for infinity.
The gloom and the redness of the firmament,
Is the result of that bereavement.
The eve grieves -
For the returning bird that leaves.
The gentle movement of your wings
Scatters fragrance,
I am at the ocean's edge,
To have that last glance.
You,
Gradually vanishing to the verge,
The dying sun at your behind.
My regards are floating with this surge,
And cares with the wind.
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