​From her silent night haven
in the dark orange
ripping clouds,

she walks down
the flashing beach,
waist-deep in the water.

With a long looming gaze,
she chases the voices
from the rain

as I watch her still
silhouette
slowly fade away.

And when my blind eyes
will finally close
between every white urgent streak,
I'll see her smile rise
through the darkness & the dream.


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