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Loneliness
I imagine skimming shells
with the kiss of the water on the ankles.
I dream that I walk alone
with my body of salt and me,
as the birds lay their wings
and they chirp low in my ears.
I have awakened with the taste of the sea
without knowing where I came from,
fragile my hands tempt the waves
but they have left,
as the birds leave silently
without the helplessness of oblivion.

 

Hildamaria Enriquez