The dock. The ship was sailing away.
It said – “All will be fi ne!”
It was October, rude and gray.
One Latvian evening and red wine.
Her face’s sadness was unending,
So white and brilliant was its shine…
The voice was trembling and so tender,
But it repeated: “All is fi ne!”
Waves licked her Soul. Storms in her heart.
Brave water grind the sharpest stone.
He is away. Who’ll search much Love in such a part?
But where is she - Love can’t be gone.
Latvian Evening
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