Summer Days
a swimmer on summer days
looks at the sea
it is calm and very
lovable
endearing as the arms of
a woman
if he only knows what is deeper
than what the surface is showing him
his summer days
his beach and orange juices
he should have seen how cruel
are the sharks preying on the small fish
not reaching the fullness
of their existence
the seaweeds as usual are silent
never speaking of the dirty linens in their house
ah, these summer days
bright sun and chase of lovers
inside the cool hut
where love is made again
who cares about the story of predators
who cares about those miserable prey?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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