She was
standing at the old pier
staring towards
the sun's rise.
The morning
breeze was caressing her face
the waves that
were rhythmically dancing
below her feet
were kissing her senses awake.
In her whole
life she may have never loved
anything more
than the sea
mother,
she used to call her -
because it was
a she.
Her eyes were
set on her for
hours days
years
she thought
that she should have been born
a fish to be
constantly in her waters
or at least a
bird to gaze at her from above.
A romantic?
Yes, that she truly was.
At a time when
words had lost their meaning
and people had
misplaced the colors
she kept
looking towards the endless blue
capturing its
salty pulses
before closing
her eyes and setting sail
through oceans
of dreams
skies of
emotions
breaths of
freedom.
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