Pretty boats go round and round,
I can hear a music of sails,
Salty drops on my skin I have found,
And I feel their wonderful vail.
Gliding fast on a mirrow of waves,
Takes me far from my troublesome thoughts,
Shores are spreading around like lace,
Telling me what I almost forgot.
Scarlet sail cuts through fog like a knife,
Freeing me into night of my dreams,
Book of ocean, road of life
I can read our future, it seems.
Sails go down embracing the night,
Almost touching the dream we can't see,
In your eyes I will find the moonlight,
And their depth is reflecting in me.
Sailing
© Copyright: Татьяна Александрова, 2006
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