I sleep by the window’s smokescreen.
The wind rustles through my papers,
He whispers me of my sisters.
My sisters were lost at sea.
They swim with their eyes wide open,
The ocean’s devoted spinsters,
Caressed by the mighty currents
In custardy mousse of dusk.
Or, maybe, they see no sunsets
In custody of their seashells,
Where trapped by the evil sea king
They wail and bemoan their fate.
Betrothed to no one but sea stones,
The brats of uncanny species,
With fingers instead of fine fins
And rosebuds in place of shells,
Surrounded by sleepy sea stars,
Abashed by drunken sailors,
My beautiful water sisters
The sea took away from me.
30.01.2017
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Рубрика: Интимная лирика
дата надходження 18.04.2017
автор: Леся Kürbis