it is a Gypsy guitar morning
to dance silently on the terrace
in the dawn's warm invitation
it is a semi erect pine
blown by a northerly storm
into the sands of forgetting
it is the voice of an unknown woman
singing to me alone
from the stage of anonymity
the sea will take my bones
it will be full of salt wind
the sky will blacken
i will be alone finally
my poems scattered in the spume
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