Beach Southern Seas
A handful of warm earth.
This dark night
The stars are bright.
The horizon does not see,
Where light beacons,
There's my boat,
I can not find the road.
Circling wind me
In high waves.
Do not come to me, God,
Do not tell me words,
In this blue expanse
He did not throw flowers.
Beach Southern Seas
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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