On the beach

surlaplage

On the peninsula of the brokens,

While taking his arm:

Of course, I will not forget

these moments, this hand,

we are a memory that lasts.

Of course, I will not cry (she said)

I understand your destiny,

Then the wave buried the end

(on  Rabbit Island)

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