The pulse of the black sea...

When love is nothing more than an inconvenient necessity
When god the almighty has drowned in its waves
And the heroes of the world nobody saves

When all the bridges have fallen and itís impossible to swim
Your happy world will suddenly be nothing else but grim

When it consumes every breath, your screams will fade
Dripely drops, dripely drops slowly starts to invade

Your life end, and all that will become of you is a number
The pulse of the black sea slowly emerge from its slumber




Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-01-24 at 22:12

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Veld Cooper
A work with very vivid images, Peter. English is probably not your first language and you should take great pride in this poem!
2006-01-25