March 10 2011 5 10 /03 /March /2011 09:40





You are almost like a mirror
sometimes I can see billows
they swing away and return

I can watch them everyday
I’m sitting  often at the beach, but more often on the cliffs
throw out my line in your cool blue
softly listening to the whisper of  your waves lips
it whips the sea spray, the wind is blowing warm.
Crabs, fishes, and also stars
see them in space and also in you
 azure your surface – endless fealings
in my thoughts you're playing with me

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