Dylan Marles Thomas splashed water in your face.
Come and go without a trace, the tide rises and falls, beating the bed of love with weeds; The grass of love withers and dies; Children's figures are swaying around the rocks, and they shout from their respective open spaces to the sea where dolphins swim and drag. Although the grave is dry, your eyelids are blue; Never locked, sages do magic. Slide across the earth and the sky; Your bed should be covered with coral, and snakes should swim in your tide until we lose all confidence in the sea. Irresistible dylan thomas, he told the truth: You have not only water on your face, but also a whole sea, full of aquatic plants and surging tides. In the world of screw rotation, mermaids sing on the shore, children shake around rocks, but everything is a fairy tale doomed to be broken. You dominate an ocean, but your soul is dry. You comfort the dead because you are a grave. You, so beautiful and so desperate, are close at hand but can never be touched, because someone has already cut off all the channels, at the source, at the top of that lie that breeds hope. I really can't find out the truth about you. In the unseen stormy waves, you let me lose not only the faith of the sea, but also the whole world.