the shore is my loom
weaving to the infinite doom
for them to be gradually drawn
repeating the unknown
rising and diving between layers of lands
precious pearls fall from the folds of hands
crawling back hoping to be a part of the legend
..and my carpet is that legend
for all the harem
with eyes got used to departure
with feet slipping into sand fracture
with all these smells
touching me with spells
with all these multiple vivid lives that called memories
based on the hypocrite moon