LIKE THE WIND THE BREAKING WAVES

I sit on the pier,

an opened envelope

atop the Manyoshu,

the late summer evening,

the last embers of the fallen Sun

disappearing into the dark waves

coming from the main

breaking against the soft sand,

and yet I can barely observe

what is passing, the colours

and the fragrance

that would captivate,

the dark blue waves calling

offering their embrace,

for atop the Manyoshu,

free from the envelope

and obscuring veils

is beauty I can't divert

my eyes off, beauty

that raises my flesh

like the wind the breaking waves.

16.08.2025

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