My first magazine savage_wind_final__3 | Page 21

S AVA G E W I N D SEA WIND The salty sea wind sings In the distance, I I touch your finger touch your finger I have taken in my hand December is cold Unknown chorus of sea waves Unknown chorus of wild birds Memories become stranger Fugitive moon Frozen moon No longer to sing Mad waves running Desire you again and again, Salty sea unwraps the story of a Moonless night… 21