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Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 1. Mermaid The ocean’s mirror, rippling bright, Caught golden beams in morning’s glow. Soft waves, awakened by the night, Began to stir, still moving slow. A painter sat along the shore, Entranced by nature’s fleeting art. He watched, he studied, craving more, To piece each scene into his heart. His thoughts swirled fast, a restless tide, A fractal dream took shape and grew. Like visions drifting far and wide, He sketched the world in misty hue. The dawn breeze whispered, soft and light, With ocean air so sharp and bold. The morning spun its spell of change, As daylight touched the waves with gold. The horizon stirred, alive and bright— Gulls were diving for their prize, While dolphins raced with effortless might, Chasing mullet near the tides. Then, suddenly, the waters swirled, A vortex spun with quiet force. “Could it be,” he thought, perplexed, “Some great fish from the ocean’s course?” But just beyond the rolling waves, A shape emerged—a head so fair! The painter gasped and whispered low, “My God… a mermaid? Could it be there?” And shaking loose the sea’s embrace, A mass of golden hair appeared. A slender form rose into view, Then—just a flash—a dolphin’s rear! Stunned, unsure of what he'd seen, He crossed himself without a thought. But from the sea, a voice rang clear, So sweet, so soft—his soul was caught. Her eyes, like emeralds, pulled him in, A gaze that held a mystic gleam. Her scent, unreal, wrapped ‘round his mind, And stole him deep into her dream.
Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 1. Mermaid The ocean’s mirror, rippling bright, Caught golden beams in morning’s glow. Soft waves, awakened by the night, Began to stir, still moving slow. A painter sat along the shore, Entranced by nature’s fleeting art. He watched, he studied, craving more, To piece each scene into his heart. His thoughts swirled fast, a restless tide, A fractal dream took shape and grew. Like visions drifting far and wide, He sketched the world in misty hue. The dawn breeze whispered, soft and light, With ocean air so sharp and bold. The morning spun its spell of change, As daylight touched the waves with gold. The horizon stirred, alive and bright— Gulls were diving for their prize, While dolphins raced with effortless might, Chasing mullet near the tides. Then, suddenly, the waters swirled, A vortex spun with quiet force. “Could it be,” he thought, perplexed, “Some great fish from the ocean’s course?” But just beyond the rolling waves, A shape emerged—a head so fair! The painter gasped and whispered low, “My God… a mermaid? Could it be there?” And shaking loose the sea’s embrace, A mass of golden hair appeared. A slender form rose into view, Then—just a flash—a dolphin’s rear! Stunned, unsure of what he'd seen, He crossed himself without a thought. But from the sea, a voice rang clear, So sweet, so soft—his soul was caught. Her eyes, like emeralds, pulled him in, A gaze that held a mystic gleam. Her scent, unreal, wrapped ‘round his mind, And stole him deep into her dream.