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The jellyfish Chronicles

Poetry By: steven cooke
Poetry


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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