The sea by Ann Wood
The sea only loves the living,and the dead are thrown out on the shore.
One girl, ah one girl
the sea is not thrown out on the shore.
Only the towel was known,
to overflow with the white waves.
The girl loved the sailor,
Sailor - all good women.
Only the cloth with red remains
and purple fringes like before.
We were crying silently and disturbed
and jumped into the cold waters ...
We turned the sea to the bottom
with fingers bruised by sadness,
to look for the girl who
the sea is not thrown out on the shore.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2018-04-25 at 13:20
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