Welcome the Ocean
Sand and people
Mixed in one
Ocean’s wave
Swallows the shore
Runs away and
Leaves behind
Ocean’s treasury to all
Tangled seaweeds
Different colors
Shells’ varieties of shapes
Smiles to eyes of people
Cheerfulness into a day
Cleans from any hurtful troubles
Takes away the heavy loads
Blesses time with
Grains of hot sand
Glides the skin
With salty wind
Splashes droplets
Of the ocean
Skims the faces
With sun rays
Sand and people
Mixed in one
Sand and people
Mixed with sand
Sand and people
Sand with salt
Salt is not from tears
Inna
Dulchevsky
Inna Dulchevsky
GHOST
I run through a long corridor
I run through its dim lights
bright lights
They flicker on my face
Light up cat-jade eyes
Swim in wheat seas of my hair
Pale whisper of tall walls
An echo
Game of words
mind games
Silk cloak routs down the spine
Slides alone the curve of my sacrum
Runs over the cups of my knees
Presses against long naked legs
Shades of stone are heavy on ankles
Let me walk through that door
--if the door exists-Because I am here
I have been looking for myself
Keep the lights on