Echoing Shells Poem by Marieta Maglas

Bleeding shadows seemingly run away;
disappear into the blazing sand.
Wet rays hit the skin;
change the meaning
of the colors.
A new song cannot be heard;
'tis not born yet.
Waves covering dead shells,
lost steps, and destroyed castles
echo with the inner silence.
Battleships are eaten imperceptibly
by the horizon.
The gales remain to scream
in the blue, while bringing
ghosts to the shore.
'Tis a new time in the old one~
always different.
Nature seems to be the same;
suffering brings peace
in an invisible way~
in this need for love.

Poem by Marieta Maglas