all the dust I have brought here
from our little home
the sea water I drank
and carry in my veins
the colors, the paint, the great open sky
that bright heat and the beach
the cypress and juniper trees
how can it fit in this little hole
this aching heart
the flame has grown so low
being old, I cannot enjoy
what once I loved and lived for
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