The waves moan
with deepest agony.
The seagulls hardly there;
their cackles fading,
disappearing into the realms;
that had borne us,
all living beings.
The sky turns azure,
bleeding at the wounds;
inflicted by the mankind frenzy.
Rocks, jagged and jutting
meeting the sea;
Letting their foam
spread on their face
A ball of fire
dimmed by disdain;
sinks down.
Down to the bottom,
only to rise up again;
to announce another day.
Another life for the darkened.
Man still sits on the shore,
watching it spread agony and fortune.