Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak writes

the monologue 

the sea does not delight the eyes anymore 
and music of foamy waves fades
before it reaches the shore
insanely wild gulls pierce the sky
sun shrunken and sailing boats so empty

the monologue of death on a deserted beach
dead beauty is like yesterday's love
waves in madness chasing after death
I look out of the window on that dance of destruction

prayer trembles on the purple lips
suffering stuck to the back like a hump
life crumbles us like rotten trees
and severs and scatters our fate like leaves

we are so weak without knowing the future
we play like children with crippled dolls
helpless like fish out of water
we waste energy fighting with windmills

Maya with her Doll -- Pablo Picasso