The last night is filled
nostalgia
stolen in a frenzy of images and memories piled
without any magic.
Last night
rushing time, we
a moment to steal a kiss
and grab a piece of heaven.
Last night
the hot summer wind
with sadness envelops us.
On the lips, even salt,
the ocean, already pale memory.
Last night
under these stars that touch the mind
together make promises that
forget to keep.
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