Your Sea Poem by Ilko Alexandrov

Your Sea



Basked in the eye of my loving-you Leica,
you are secretly posing for me in the images,
there you are - a dark house high there,
above the island of Joburg in summer -
I see all your doors open and i am your sea,
coming in waves, washing your shores.
A permanent high tide

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