Few seconds

There is a sea out of my window, just a sea, can’t you look at it?
The breeze must have taken your mind

The king empties the sand every morning
Carrying his bucket across the ocean
Frowning like a child with cheap rings

And I am sitting here, alone. 
Listening to all the giant birds over my head.
Brave I said and their beaks won’t scare you

Should I crawl to your legs and hug your thighs?

The water is teeming with weird orange fishes
Like the ones I have been dreaming of for many nights now

Regina Bou

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Andrej Glusgold