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IncholPoem Jan 2019
Maritime   romantic
  memories   were
remembered  
  while      the   wind  flew
  from   sea-side  
towards  a  lover's  home.






Remembering  time  wa­s
  night.

Those  are  coming
  through   the
sea-facing   widows.


The   teams  of
romantic    memory
were     forced  to
mix   in  wind.

Although  the   presence
of  that  kind  of
wind  was  for  a  while.

Sea  was  ­worried
to  pull   that  wind-wave

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