Two pines stand by the sea.
It's cold and windy here.
With the elements silently arguing,
Close to splashing water.
All the roots are on the surface,
Washes them away with water.
But they grow-they are persistent,
The pitch rolls like a tear.
They're on duty, on patrol,
And they found their fate.
On the sand in the sea view,
They see boats in the distance.
Crowns stretch them into the sky,
Gulls are circling over the water.
The trunk is strong and very strong
Coniferous smell is heard.
These ancient pines,
They grow here for a reason.
Proud, graceful
And their beauty is visible.
The island of Yagry guarding,
There are Lands on the edge.
Light branches filling,
See off the ships.
Two pines stand by the sea... - Valentina Yablonsk
© Copyright: Ольга Богдановна Зиновьева, 2020
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