My First English Poem - The rite of passing away
THE RITE OF PASSING AWAY
The discalced priestess steps ahead, leans her feet on the waters of the sea
Feminine Christ she doesn't sink, under her, dozens of mortal remains
She stops, even time arrest its course towards the arcane future
Her cesium-colored vestment stops flutter
The sea has exhaled the last breath
The dance of passing away begins
May the sea keep their corpses,...
Monday 20th September 2021 12:51 pm
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