There is no land
not the forest, mountain
no outer shell which
salt effect
change the time allowed.
Red Sea it
wealth, oddity
took my heart a long time ago.
I got the memory of the cochlea
the beach was so alone
often listen to.
To hear the murmur of the sea
I get it the illusion
strong.
Now I'm here alone
in the middle of December darkness
and rose salt rub
fictitiously soul
scars of homan.
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