Exposed by the sun

After the fires went extinct
The remains of ember
are abandoned by the flames
Though what the sun exposes
On the beach is
Of the same color as
the plumage of seagulls:
pale dots levitating above the coast.
Their cries getting soaked
up by the rabid sea,
spitting foam onto the shores
And
If it wasn't for the rabid sea,
Those cries
would reach my ear more vividly
And not as faint as the words
vanishing
from the tip of my tongue
When...

Kerim Mallée

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