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Puzzles as Parables of Poetry and Truth
do you now see me
walking away from the sea?
covering my face?
I am sending you the Sea
it is coming from a Winter
far away and long forgotten
I turned my back on its whispers
on its aquatic face of fate
"is sorrow the fountain head of sorrow?"
no, Love is ...
happiness carries sorrow in its heart
the sea carries death in its breast
the sun carries darkness in its eye
the rain carries thirst in its quench
if you see me and if you see the sea
then you simply see poetic puzzles unfold:
beauty is not moved by tears ... blue
stays blue and aquamarine stays true
when sun caresses the sea
white clouds stays clouds
and azure sky does not lie
nothing is moved by my sorrowful sighs
and none of the colours of the sea
can grieve with me
whilst I am failing
its parables of Love
myra
