Poetry-true language
of lost lovers -
Pontivy -
I think about that place
about you
feel sand and sea -
the bar
the people -tables -sparkling glasses
held in that moments magic
all looking out now
at the deep blue horizon
watchers waiting for a god ?
a ship- the return -
coolness of evening - nothing ?
after arguing geraniums sing
against the harbour wall
(seen with a painters eye )
boys plunging into the seas depths
the place gives us back our harmony
soothes warring souls
shall our love remain like this ?
the lovers always looking sea -wards
found faithful at last
in this eternity '-
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