A wave surges into the sky's blue
To the heart's kernel,
When I think of you
In the brilliant light of the sea.
Night stages a play of shadows,
Relics of our glances into
Promises the days ahead conceal
In our every exchanged word.
When the woods reveres in silence
The songs of insects and birds,
I hear your voice reaching
In the tremble of windy trees.
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