Gradually
The gray clouds
Go parading
One by one
For the bay.
On the back the mountains
A wall
They seem to simulate.
A boat weighs anchor solitary
With the effort
Of a titan,
It goes into
Opposing to the waves
And that image
Just makes stir
Each one of my foundations
Because I remember
That you are not with me.
It is your heart
The one that has left
Leaving the hole
In the port
Of my illusion
And is becoming gray
And haggard
The landscape
Of my emotion.
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