8
The cool and noisy sea-air blows.
The young get mad and
laugh and jump onto
the deafening waves.
The young get mad and
laugh and jump onto
the deafening waves.
The aged’s eyes,
sitting in the beach,
swallow the vast sea
that ends with the line
between itself and the sky.
They can not digest it.
It only wanders in their bellies.
sitting in the beach,
swallow the vast sea
that ends with the line
between itself and the sky.
They can not digest it.
It only wanders in their bellies.
My eyes are
fixed on the snails
clinging the sandy bed with
their muscular feet,
continuously pushed and pulled
by the waves.
Some still cling,
some float away;
and the unseen tears roll down
from my teary eyes.
fixed on the snails
clinging the sandy bed with
their muscular feet,
continuously pushed and pulled
by the waves.
Some still cling,
some float away;
and the unseen tears roll down
from my teary eyes.
