- NaPoWriMo # 11

Sailors are the wings of love,
The mirrors of love,
The sea is their escort
And their eyes are blond the same as love
Which is as blond as love itself, just like his eyes.

The vivacious happiness poured into our veins  
Is also blond,
Identical to the skin beginning to appear:
Don’t let them leave because they smile
Like freedom,
Blinding upright light over the sea.

Yes, a sailor is the sea,
An amorous blond sea whose presence is a chant.
I don’t want the concrete city,
I desire only the sea swarming with water,
Aimless vessel,
Aimless body drowning in his blond.

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