.
If the edge of the foam conforms
With the texture of your lips,
Your smile repeats,Ah! what levĂsimo!
Across the blue perennial
You fly
Treading the hue that gave you life
but
That hue goes dry,crumpling
Lends itself to sea
And as all the words of your love fade
The truth lies
In the same huey waves that intertwine
Alas!, A deception
-!nversed Poignancy!
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