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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is very early morning, <br>the days growth is just beginning.<br>I am already at the sea shore, <br>My favorite sea which I adore.<br>An early morning mist<br>Hides the ships on the road, <br>Waiting for their turn to be unloaded.<br>The rising sun breaks the dawn<br>and at last the mist has gone.<br>The caravan of the sun rays<br>runs quickly on the seas’ surface.<br>The sea shines with silver and gold, <br>It’s a hold of different sounds<br>which are the compounds <br>of the seagulls cry telling hi, <br>the splashes of the waves<br>loving to make new caves.<br>The warm breeze is so rorty<br>and the seagulls are so naughty, <br>they dance over the sea, they dabble, <br>the sea is their cradle, <br>they shout, they fly, <br>touching the sea and the sky.<br>I swim towards the sun.<br>It’s such fun to watch the waves run.<br>The sea licks all over my body<br>as I am a lollipop.<br>Finally I stop, wanting to dive, <br>I know: the sea is alive.<br>I want to learn its inner world<br>where everything looks purled.<br>The birth of the Earth was inside, <br>so many secrets the sea might hide.<br>I come back and lay on the warm sand, <br>feeling the pulse of the land.<br>I listen to the sea song, <br>it is so beautiful and long.<br>I fell asleep but not so deep.<br>My dreams go far, <br>they have no bar.<br>I swim, I dive, I fly, <br>watching the sea from the sky.<br>But…I suddenly wake up<br>because of a horrible scream, <br>that is not part of a dream.<br>Where does the noise come from? <br>Oh, yes! The petrels foretell the storm.<br>They proudly hover over the sea, <br>they can foresee the gale.<br>And really, like in a tale, <br>the sea immediately changes, <br>each wave ranges.<br>The waves become higher and higher, <br>they would like to inquire: <br>Who is so brave? <br>We can be your grave.<br>The sea! <br>Heavy wild and mild, <br>Severe and tender, <br>it can surrender.<br>The wind moans, <br>the sea groans, <br>it looks horrible and angry, <br>like a gray haired woman, <br>an old woman sending a damn.<br>But the sea is free, <br>And the old woman grumbles and stops.<br>After the heavy rain drops<br>the sea again becomes calm, <br>and again it looks like a charm.<br>The rainbow appears in the sky, <br>the seagulls joyfully fly.<br>Slowly the day comes to its end, <br>over the sea, over the land, <br>showing the beauty of the sunset.<br>But I have no regret.<br>I know there will be another morning, <br>There will be another day growing, <br>There will be more of the sea whims, <br>There will be more and more dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Larisa+Rzhepishevska">Larisa Rzhepishevska</a><div class=q>
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the days growth is just beginning.
I am already at the sea shore, 
My favorite sea which I adore.
An early morning mist
Hides the ships on the road, 
Waiting for their turn to be unloaded.
The rising sun breaks the dawn
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