No vessel’s better than a frisky boat
I’ll burn my face with scorching salty wind
And getting lulled by old deck’s creak I’ll sleep -
One of the loveliest sounds after your voice
Forever troubled by these restless dreams
Of ruthless seas when I’m on peaceful land
This lust for freedom is my inborn flaw
Most precious thing after your smiling eyes
Give me a bay less known as cemetery
And I will stand where coastal lines collide
Give me a still day soaked with silent sun
And I’ll make music out of breeze and gulls
Greet me at golden dawn when green beam strikes
I’ll fall into your hands with gypsy tears
XIV Lannet
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2019
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