The waves of the sea are women,
Escaped from the house-chains.
Come, a wave itself gets up,
The sister of the wind be back.
Come, among the deepest go,
In the kingdom of the dark elements.
Have you been loved before-
You will only be able to find out now.
The coward will sit on the shore,
Will whisper how much he is faithful to you,
The fool will weep with sorrow,
And the real one will find you alone!
He will ask with a hug to stop you,
But you do not come back or stop.
The wave is a wave in the middle of the sea.
And go to the shallow-dying.
– Evtim Evtimov
© Elenka Smilenova 2017 – All Rights Reserved