I am speechless. I can not...
Not a word I need.
At a lonely seaside spot
From the world I hid.
Friend, to silence do attend!
Not to what we say.
In the eventide we stand,
In the sunset ray.
Thin are winds forever whirled
Over thinner seas.
By the day and twilight curled,
I am one of these.
This is me to splash a wave
Of the azure wind.
Not a word of mouth's slave,
But its master - thin.
The melancholy of dusk
Drinking as red wine,
I discarded, stripped like dust
Memories of mine.
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