Lorenz

Ostend souls

One windy day  on the flatland,

I\'ll take your hand on mine,

like old times...

And we\'ll  gaze across the  grey  waves,

the weathered -beaten dunes 

with their soft dips and curves ...

Ostend  shall  scatter my sorrows,

and I walk on  the dreamy paths ...

Love will tell of ancient desires,

and other moist  stories...