So long, winter.
Good day.
My poem happened
for you,
for nobody,
for everyone.
I beg you: leave me restless.
I live with the impossible ocean
and silence bleeds me dry.
I die with each wave each day.
I die with each day in each wave.
But the day does not die---
not ever.
It does not die.
And the wave?
It does not die.
Pardon me, if when I want
to tell the story of my life...
Pardon.
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