Another summer's faceless picnic:
Pebbles, colors, sea...
Beach huts anonymous and peeling,
Sand gulls are crying ceaselessly.
Forgotten flatness...
Why do you need me? Need me? Why?
Why not the field with golden rye?
Why not the mountain with snow?
Why You, to be my liquid star to glow?
I feel your curves and foaming pearls,
I like your bluish emerald curls.
I touch the sun that's watching you,
Your eyes will tell me what is true.
Delightful madness...
Will fill my heart, and lips are salty,
And little sandie is my goldie.
All seabirds and white gulls crusade!
And I'm among them, I'm a Mermaid.
10.2006
Copyright ©2007 Olga Ulyankina
Mermaid
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