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Gifts from the sea

The countless crying shells

Touch me with my own blackness,

And raccoons from their dark holes

Scintillating with salty wetness.

How do I want to be with green mussels,

But I leave silent to the house

And the mussels leave as if they were with me,

The warm wave is leaving with me.

Part of the poem “I and the Sea” by Petya Dubarova

© Elenka Smilenova 2017 – All Rights Reserved

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