Larks trilling
above swaying grassblades...
The sun
playing sword-beams
from left to right...
The thunder of Universe
roaring on my beach
with promises of liberation...
So overwhelming now
as it was
when Man was created.
The up-swollowed ship-wrecks
and their ancient stories,
rubbish and filth of all men
by the mercy
of a silvery mirror
covered up and forgotten.
And I watch the horizon,
and I cry out loud:
"Oh, God!
The Earth is so beautiful!
Let us remember the ocean
before it turns black
Kamete
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