Far away mist
In the froth of its own mixing
Reminds me to return
To a northern sea
And wooden boats in red and yellow
Near a board walk
That ends at sunset
Shadows were never dark at midnight
In cities where women fear
That we all may return one day
To a name and a street café
... Far away mist
Exhaled a tender illusion
And reminded me to remain
Where wooden boats in red and yellow
Dream of northern seas
June 8, 2015
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2015
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