My steps carried over to this shoreline. Like the days ago, I will be here when my heart is clinging uneasily. The sea is where I tell stories. On top of a fallen palm, I sat enjoying the mega. The cold exposure of the west wind at dusk dissolved my daydreams. Since I arrived here, my eyes cannot be separated from the procession of black clouds in the sky above me. The clouds were so thick that they covered the evening sun and took off its rays. So that it makes an orange tinge at the end of the west coloring the sky blue.
My eyes and heart are watching the sun become unable to freely let go of its rays. The sun was not relieved to share the sunshine. The sun does not smile giving light. The sun became restrained to swing his steps. The sun becomes shackled to spread her desires and desires.
My reverie went far through the sky without borders leaving a heart that is now troubled. My eyes didn't flicker ever, even though it was blocked by a black cloud that was reluctant to leave. I don't like it. I want the west wind to blow hard, scattering the clumps so that the sun will shine again brightly. Because of you, the universe is getting dark. Because of you, birds are not excited. Because of you, the sea is not bright. Because of you, the air is not warm.
The afternoon wind was getting cold and stinging my skin. The desire of the sun to give its rays still strong through the thick black clouds. In the sky, I saw the bright lines of light straight to the feet of the earth. Scattered the black clouds with their pure white light. But my body is getting colder by the breeze of the beach at the end of this dusk. I left the sea in front of me. Stepping unsteadily hugging myself to strengthen my heart. I saw birds start rushing back to their nests with the occasional beautiful chirping, following my footsteps. The wind was getting heavier now, waving all the leaves towards me. All accompanied my steps to leave here. But all are not passionate, dissolved in a sense of belonging. The flapping of the bird's wings is not rhythmic. Beautiful curved leaves dance.
I remembered him in the swing of my steps. All about it, in all of these flavors. In all this hope, that he may always be in all goodness and let all the best be his, only for him.
In the heavy drag of my steps, my eyes stared sadly at the sky above me. The black clouds finally drifted away under the wind, moving away from following my steps. He was above me when I left this place. And slowly the sun returned to scatter its bright rays this afternoon. In the warm sunny and bright light of nature, leave the day to greet the night in hue and a sense of happiness. The black clouds were carried away by the wind and replaced by a smile of a radiant white sun when the traces of my presence were increasingly eroded by the beach water.
So that all the best is yours, only for you. For your happiness.
