It was late afternoon,

the rain drops

they fall mercilessly,

in my wet body

and icy,

shudder

My shivering skin trembled,

I was alone, in the rain and cold ...

The road stretched

to every dune that went up.

The lighthouse of Sta.

illuminated all the way,

overlooking the sea ...

I thought of you, my love.

So many times..!

In a delirium of weeping,

I called for you ..!

The echo returned my voice

hoarse, and panting,

sore, and in pain.

I'm still looking

in the quiet silence of the nights

let them tell me about you ..!

Grace Bica

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