Seagulls also fly to the dark, I do not know, Sun_set_ is lonely sea level. I do not know what tomorrow have to go to the island, The waves behind my footprints. Wind! Blowing the sails! Yesterday, seems to have sunk into the sea. Rain! Wet dream! Perhaps the myth of childhood reading in the sink. I only shook / open with / my own boat, Rocked the coordinates of points on the sea. That a winding / endless / unknown routes, Patch of blue is always telling me. Quote from: