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Oct 2010
~Sailing my Beluga*

Today, the day is crying
All night,
And since early morning,
Filled with melancholy
Waters
Up to the brim.

Slowly overflowing
Streams and rivers
Under my bridges.

I am adding
My tear or two
Of the salty liquid
To the mill.

We will
Finally reach
The sea,
The ocean blue.
There is no
Rush,
No haste,
No hurry.

Easy does it.

Life is just
An accident.

It may take a while,
A year or two,
A day
Or a week.

Who is counting
The hours,
The minutes?

Not me.

What's wrong
With just sailing,
Going
With the flow?

There is nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing wrong.
~This is not my Poem; this belongs to me Lamushkia; (Milushka) who is no longer with us.
Check out her other poems in her collection here.
She deserves to be remembered.
~Anna

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Prior Reviews:
Patti Masterman-Heterodynemind   Aug 25
Exquisite in every way. I could read this a thousand times and gain something new with each reading. :)
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Yelena M   Sep 20
'adding
My tear or two
Of the salty liquid
To the mill' - quite beautiful. Poetry from the soul and for the soul.Thanks for sharing, Anna.
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