Wish I was there,
Dancing with the seagulls
To the sound of waves
Crashing into a beatiful shore.
The silence is so monumental,
The air is so fresh
And everything reeks of freedom.
No one knows where I am,
No one waits for me
But I keep deciphering the nature
And small towns around,
And the streets, so welcoming and narrow,
Hide my admiration
And pure joy.
Northern Sea
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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