WET ELLEMENTS

WET ELLEMENTS

A Poem by Wayfaring stranger

Dramatic weather
Wet hair in cold wind
Drops of dawn -shadows
In tearing skies


Living meditation
On edges of cliffs
I am moving
Into--falling---falling


I can break surface of cold sea
I can swim through the white waves
Around the shores
Where are children graves




Broken foams
Are covering me
I feel like the BJORK
In----unravell



© 2019 Wayfaring stranger


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Added on April 24, 2019
Last Updated on May 2, 2019