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
Excellent photo!
I love shells
What lovelies
Beautiful photo, I love the colors!
So perfect photos
Beautiful gifts!