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The jellyfish Chronicles

Poetry By: steven cooke

The exploitation of the ocean.

Submitted:Apr 16, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Beneath my tendrils,

The sea has many secrets

And I am the last witness


To ships that sink

To gulls that die

To hear the whales that cry

To see the births,

Far away from man's eye


Drifting under frozen seas

A last paradise where man has no welcome

Let nature be our shield

The Cold our government


This place where

The Northern lights dance

In honour to the ancestors


For we came before man

And will be here when

Man has gone


Life and death in harmony

With natures will.

Written in the snow everyday


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