the ocean does not scream by gulls
the standing billow of the water falls
the fishes are leaking caviar
the waves аre playing with those lives
the Heavens are not sung by words
the wind screams only in tones
the silence runs like mice
someone’s cat will eat the mice in silence
in the ocean there is no place for words
sounds throwing themselves like caviar onto the cliffs
the dancing winds are catching like mice
the cats that got too passionate in the game