The Lost Brother

The Lost Brother

I took a boat to my old country.
A sea of words
has come trough
time and space.
I dived in it.
Suddendly, an ocean.

At night,
tears slips
down on my cheeks.
embers of flesh,
turns them to clouds.

This morning,
a fluffy foam fulfills
the sky
as a white souvenir.
The lost brother
has been stay in his arms
for a little while
once again.

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