I drew your name in the sand
But the tide did not want to erase,
He seemed impervious
Weather, wind, rain.
Two initials beside
Were wanting to kiss her.
In the morning your footsteps led you,
Barefoot on the beach wet
Beaten by the spray, deafened by the foam,
Eyes fixed on the shellfish,
In these letters strong as anvils,
Youth Games
Love glowing
Where you've recognized
The desperate cry
Cormorants lost
In this immensity
From coast killing
If they can not arise.
You looked off
And even on the beach
But I had gone
Already far from your sight.

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