In the wandering years of past,
Over the Baltic Trails, our fragile forms didn’t last,
Our inexperienced temper of waves
sinked too fast,
And the next day could be my last,
And The next day could be your last.
But our souls will talk in the dark
Over the Baltic Trails that will forever last!
To dear friend.. Over the Baltic Sea Trails
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2020
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