The black sea so black-
The cruisers were accustomed,
And white sailing boats
Of muses have turned...
- To a seagull, -you will-by tell...
Have not guessed...
You look..Reviews on the sun,
Here they, these white swans,
They soon will begin,
Own solo, successively...
Into the black sea the sharks
Were accustomed...
With dolphins masks...
They feels of the sweet a smell...
And jute to reddening of
The black sea... with closed by eyes...
Your poetry is so beautiful Tsira, you weave magic with your words, 10 Lynda xx
I am thankful every day to read these lovely works you write so poignant thinking deep..Thanks..
Both beauty and tragedy are painted into this elegaic poem. I can almost hear the music from, 'Swan Lake'.10, of course. Warm regards, Sandra
What a beautiful picture you paint my artistic friend 10 ++ Chris and wishes for your safety Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely picture and you write of both birds and fish so the reader is drawn into the image - a very well crafted poem Tsira -- good write....10 from Fay...xx