*suppose you're on a sea beach
where the waves are frozen dead
you don't hear the seagull's screech
not one is flying above head!
in the wind not rise the rolling roar
the sea is a darkish gel
no silver spray bounces on the shore
clouds not on her blue face sail!
the sea is flat dumb and still
staled painting on papyrus
that weary of man's mindless deal
is lying in dying hush!
think of it as our good fortune
the sea isn't so looking as yet
but she can't be from us immune
if we dump on her our waste!*
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
*suppose you're on a sea beach
where the waves are frozen dead
you don't hear the seagull's screech
not one is flying above head!
in the wind not rise the rolling roar
the sea is a darkish gel
no silver spray bounces on the shore
clouds not on her blue face sail!
the sea is flat dumb and still
staled painting on papyrus
that weary of man's mindless deal
is lying in dying hush!
think of it as our good fortune
the sea isn't so looking as yet
but she can't be from us immune
if we dump on her our waste!*
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