Who had
The enough force
In the chest
To go behind your walk.
As if were
A rider of the seas,
Corridor of the wind.
When you arrived to me,
You came
To wet your wings
Into my sea
And it flooded me your drop of life
The heart,
But it was so dry
My soul
That your drop of life
Meant to me
The eternal recreation
Of the oceans into me.
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