About a Dolphin

The life is blooming slowly at the white candles – chestnut trees under my window. In the sea angles the transparent cupolas are rising – dolphin tombs. No, not for the first time life is blooming in death, by the eyes of the beauty frozen by the jump… A picture – the wavy movement of the brush, by the hand wrested. The Sea is dead. ***************** This is a link that shows a dead dolphin with bullets from a vending machine in the Black Sea. http://www.vchera.bg/synqt-na-edin-razstrelqn-delfin/