She was beautiful and sad

She was beautiful and sad,
loving liberty
and did not know the abandonment.
The rain fell
in the wind of loneliness,
while she was walking on the shore
of a dream.
She washed face herself
drawing water,
as for drinking,
Slowly her Moon disappeared.
She was wind and sadness,
I saw her sitting on the shore
of my dream,
I stood next to her,
smiling she stroked me
with the sea of her thoughts.

Cristiano Bartolomei

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