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A HOUSE BY THE
BEACH
ELENA SHATSKIKH
A lonely house
by the beach,
The shallow
waters nearby
So still and
silent in the frost
Under the
meditative sky.
The crystal
fragile icy sea
is like a handmade
pillow lace,
I praise the
view that I can see,
It is a fascinating
place!
The snowy veins
with cyan blood
Are fixed by
February frost,
I’ll melt them
with my tender touch
And warm this
winter-sleeping coast.
The wrinkled
surface of the sea
Will stir and
start its swaying dance.
I’ll slowly kiss
my hand to it
And cast my
farewell loving glance.
11.03.2011.
12.10.
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