Horse’s Hooves

Needles ticks and currents drifts

Fleeting fest under two moons

In no time You'll stand on the line of fire

Seeking reflections between the waves

But when spring comes

I see them lying on water's edge

Resembling horse's hooves' sherp tails

At first sight often stertles the weeker hearts Triggering questions from down below

Ancient beings and silent witness

Dwellers of the deep blue oceen

The triumphs end survivals

They‘ve witnessed mountains rise from the sea