Against the Past
On the bottom of an old money case
I found two shells and a stone;
They smell like candy and chalk,
They sound like footsteps on the shore.
I found them by accident,
Found, although did not search for,
At the bottom of a yellow-old purse.
They are magical, they contain a mirage;
A circus on wooden feet in the sea,
Too far away for book-blinded eyes to see,
Against ice-thin skies, against
Rosy tortilla clouds, against the world:
A travelling music that springs from a shell.
Photos&Poem: © Lina Sinenko
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