Author: Nida /

while floating in the rhytmic sea

and sinking into the melodic bottoms
my fingertips write their path
straight into chalky ceiling
black on white and
white on black
they dance and draw
short stories, epic journeys, rendez - vous
then land like heavy autumn leaves
and rests a tiny peace admiring
the spectacles abowe them
just behind the glass
a lazy morning smiles from all his greyness
and taps his foot to the sea rhythm
all hidden in the fog disguise

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