The sea loves only those who live

Христо Фотев


The sea loves only those who live,
It casts ashore the dead ones.
Once there was this girl, this girl,
It didn’t cast ashore.
Nothing remained, save the head kerchief we knew,
It floated gently on the white waves.
This girl a sailor loved,
The sailor loved all pretty women.
Nothing remained, save that kerchief,
With red and purple tassels, like before.
We cried in silence and perplexion,
And rushed into them waters cold…
The sea, we turned it upside down,
Our fingers blue with sorrow,
We sought this girl the sea
Would never cast ashore.

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