on the wind-beaten shore
proud seagulls soar
hopping rhythmically wave upon wave
until the frothy crests they follow
land them on the sand
they dread and avoid
there wait I and
from behind the rocks
the child and scarecrow
that dwell within me
surge and,
with my mane as sails,
our trio charges sprinting
in their midst
scaring them more than
the sandy slaps
of a desolate beach
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Solvi has a blog? Unfortunately, I do not speak Greek.
Trio? Aludim për trinitetin e shenjtë me duket... :)
Vërtet aludim për trininë e shenjtë është, veçse në këtë rast ajo trini jam vetë unë. :)
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