by Moria Mitterer

by Moria Mitterer

There are times in my solitude
I walk toward the golden sea
seeking a quiet place
and lie down the sand with eyes closed.

I then hear mild and soft voice
gently getting louder and louder
accompanied by a guitar
singing my favorite song.

Oh I know who he is
confirmed by his gentle kiss,
and as I open slowly my eyes,
I see his romantic smile.

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