Flicker, oscillation.
Barely noticeable whisper of the waves.
Blue mountains, white clouds.
The sea is still and calm.
But never dead.
Year after year.
They move in endless circles:
winters, summers, springs,
angels, birds, dragons.
I cannot notice any changes in my face,
while looking into the mirror.
Is that a miracle?
Am I GMO?
Is there my Dorian_Greish selfy hidden in secret cell?
Somewhere at the bottom of the well,
several silver coins and one pearl make water ever fresh.
And here in the mud there are ten jugs and seven mugs.
They are waiting for the Son of God,
coming soon to our hut,
hidden in the depth of Garden.
He'll turn our water into wine.
And we'll turn His breads into cheese cakes.
No flash, no blood this time.
Tasty supper.
Smiles and Love.
Ever Green Love
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2020
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