It is not the evening Sun's yellow light
Not the Southern Wind that embraces me and goes away
Not the hibiscus buds that I ate everyday
Not the salty water inside the small well
Not the waves that spiral and crash with the silvery bubbles
Not the palmyra juice poured in the leaf-cups
I drank in the mornings
Not the broken shells or the black silver on the sea shore
Not the sand that caused pain in the calf-muscles
It is not empty words or the shadows
How can I describe?
Which I cannot shake away
Which follows me everyday
Which escapes the traps of so many words
That ?
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