My Salute to My Love -Bond Of Separation
Hey, listen!You wounded wavesI would present thine the praiseYou aren’t the ocean baysYou are my wondrous face. I step on the sandy paths,Sign on Sabina’s phrase“Halt my motion forwardingOr instead, colour my distant chase.“ Sabina darling! Take my bowYou are so colossal and yet hollowPossessing the beauty of lady fernLet me sink into your wounded …