The sea in my hair
Fell asleep for a while,
Whispered the secrets of whales in a mile,
Fragile
Thin crust's melting down
Around,
Becoming a water,
Absorbed by a ground.
Gold digger will seek
For your pieces of heart,
Take apart
Like a sandstone, like grit
In a place with no guard.
Oh my God!
Ocean's frozen inside!
Overslept every war,
Superbombs (of) every kind.
No one dies.
Whale's eyes from a bottom
Send the rays to the sky.
03.03.2012
photo by taphosarts
Whales
© Copyright: Марина Хирш, 2012
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