The jellyfish Chronicles

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The exploitation of the ocean.

Beneath my tendrils,

The sea has many secrets

And I am the last witness

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To ships that sink

To gulls that die

To hear the whales that cry

To see the births,

Far away from man’s eye

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Drifting under frozen seas

A last paradise where man has no welcome

Let nature be our shield

The Cold our government

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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

 

 

 


Submitted: April 16, 2012

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tictacs

Wow, this is a lovely piece

Tics

Mon, April 16th, 2012 5:01pm

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Thank you for reading

Mon, April 16th, 2012 10:21am

sunnyskies

Beautiful! You really know how to create a picture.

Tue, April 17th, 2012 2:38am

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thank you for reading

Tue, April 17th, 2012 1:06am

BITSxOFxKINKY

this poem inspired me to write but alas my muse betrayed me and started snoring agrrrr such an intense piece i really liked this steven

Wed, April 18th, 2012 6:11pm

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The best things in life take time to develop properly. It will come when it is ready.

Wed, April 18th, 2012 11:27am

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