lunes, 29 de enero de 2024

#41. BASTIAN

 

Chris Candidovsky

In the night ocean, your echo whispers in the fog,

The moon calls to you, in its reflection you find solace,

In the depths, a pact with the abyss is sealed,

Bastian, sail with the sighs of heaven.


Echoes of the past echo in the swaying of the waves,

A song of sadness emanating from the heart of the sea,

Bastian, your spirit lies among the seaweed and shells,

In this realm of shadows where there is no turning back.


Thus, the sailor sails in his ghostly ship,

Adrift on a sea that reflects his melancholy,

And in this moonless night, his lonely heart beats,

As he waits for the dawn to bring comfort to his soul.

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