On my shore of black sand
I am sitting alone.
Tender waves wash my feet
I don't wait for anything;
It is always night there.
Nobody's invited,
But nobody's willing to be.
Ancient shards of my soul
Sparkle bleakish-gently
Among the black grains;
I am picking them up
Amazed by the stubborn shining -
My frozen scattered
Crystal tears of eternity...
My secret shore
© Copyright: Женя Парсли, 2017
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