I want to throw myself into the sea,
into the foamy waves.
My dragons to tame
and be reborn with roses.

The sky taught me to fly
with the gentle seagulls.
The tide will come in
and break my handcuffs.

Light blue on top
and navy below.
The flame flares up
and burns the destiny.

There are shells in my hair
and coral in my lungs.
The sea caresses my neck
and calms my dragons.

Bury me in the sea,
not in the sand.
My grave will sink
because I died of grief.

I don't want to be swept away by the waves,
I don't want to reach the shore.
I want to see shells
on sandy paths.