A CHOICE
The girls, my girls cross the beach, deserted in December.
Jump a few waves turn and asked me:
'"Come, the sea is warmer yet! Come to encircle you as ever!"
I shiver under Chinese jacket.
The wind rips
some feathers of the filling through the loose cloth.
I look like a mutated seagull, unable to leave the town square.
Stand girls - they think I am solving.
From all I remember words and postures before ...
They are the same, not even gray.
What did I give them and what did they take?
But they no longer wait and continue to the waves.
In my mouth I feel the sand.
Unloveds added salt rocks.
I go back to where you wait at a silent alley.
You look at me and hear my:
“The sea dragged them .Will we walk on the pier? ”
© Veselin D. Delchev
