Longing for the far away shores
we used to gather the shells and the hopes there,
happiness was always close by
we could feel it and to embrace.
Yearning for the far away shores
where dreams were always coming true,
an aroma of the lavender was rich yet gentle
making us feel secure, confident and loved.
Those beloved shores are unreachable for me
being destined to perish under the foreign sky
unhappy and lost as if — in the exile.
Never again, we’ll gather the hopes by the Adriatic
now my only treasure is sadness and sorrow.
Nothing is there to long for; not even to see the next tomorrow.
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