The Letter.

letter

Go.
Barefoot and some distance away
my mind cross on a lonely journey
I depart no hint a number of the rocky terrain
my pores and skin hurts.

I follow.
The view is misplaced withinside the horizon
terrified of now no longer locating the end
a worry is planted in my forebodings
Tiredness hurts me.

Sweaty my fingers caressed via way of means of the breeze
dry your thirst with their freshness
and that they fly loose once more in my walk
that smells of solar and salt of time
The affliction hurts me.

Heard.
The cries of the loneliness this is hidden
among the mist that erases my traces
withinside the solace of assembly a person who isn't there
His absence hurts me.

A smell.
It is delivered via way of means of the livid roar of the sea
whilst the waves unfold their rain of salt
in touch with rocks and the breeze
Hope hurts me.

A bitter taste.
Wake up a delight over there the sweet
from the assembly with her
that left with the breeze to some other place
I should by no means discover that letter.