You were the only one on that wall, no one else even came close.
People, driven by madness, would shower you with affection,
Everything around us vanished, and your hair became a source of joy,
Everything morphed into your brilliant mind, those passionate kisses,
Fueled by passion, detached from the annals of history,
Later, the seagull underwent a dramatic transformation, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings,
While the sea, feeling cornered, displayed its fury by revealing its tumultuous waves,
And the afternoon reluctantly surrendered to the night.
:: 09.01.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 