Long way above sea surface goes pipes howl
Swings and sways up and down in tender waves
With salty splashes spatters sea your bronze limbs
Your spirit drifts away to roam some mental maze
Stones of the cliff under your graceful body,
White stones scorched ruthlessly by golden rays of sun
All swathed in heat you feel so painfully alive
You feel most certainly like life is never dun
You bathe in sunshine and those carefree tunes of pipes
Take in all sounds and absorb all sights
The vastness of the sea and the immensity of skies
Titillate your mind non less than body
You lie there motionless not to disturb the silence
Wild roses coil around your chest to never let you go
This bountiful piece of land holds you with some magnetic magic
But after all the sun sinks down, you spring up to your feet and go
At sea
© Copyright: Ольга Мартынович, 2018
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