Coral

The clock
Marked the hour of the end
Of another empty era.

Woke up
With the intoxicating perfume
Of starting his new life.

The landscape around
Feels like it embraces him.
A tropical breeze
Water fortresses.

Thinks of coral shapes...

He didn't know another reason
Than a reason every day
And of a battle through the nights.

He runs and dreams under the sun
Feels like he's catching up,
Freed from the fear
Of going back home.

Gathers coral shapes...

Everything he left behind
Will sink in the sand,
The secret between the two
Is that it will never return.