So this time the poem changes a little..and it’s about the sea.
And every time i look at the sea i see an old memory from a dream, i see a wave that can’t be controlled, that crosses the ocean but somehow it comes back to the shore to touch it so softly, so warm and beautifully but then it goes back in the sea..like he felt guilty for it. And the shore misses him so bad and always wonder when will he come back to fill the space between her atoms, to mix them up, to rearrange them..like the soul comes to an empty body.
When I look at the sea I see a sad story..you always know how it begins and how it ends but somehow i never get tired of watching it.