Sinking

Like a dream with persistence in your mind
for something will no longer out of reach
that's when I stand at some corner of the beach
in the future without harm and fear to be blind.

Like the last time to remind you
that your seat-belt should be taken
before expectantly falling into
a place where nature is forsaken.

Like you order a cup of coffee
combining the bitterness
with the sweetness,
mixing up the toffee
as if you tasted in a way
of happiness.

Like you are in danger of sailing
necessarily in need of help
but you seem to realize that
your wings suddenly fail.

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