Loveless
the lovers enter the little hut
at night the sea breeze is colder
there is no moon
they get out from the little hut
someone follows
he comes back
the lovers are gone
the wind blows
the window flaps
the door closes upon itself
another story of love
he sits on the sandy shore
self-pity sings an aria for him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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