The ships adoring shores,
The sea can touch the sky.
The waves embracing stones,
And birds above them fly.
The sun tells story of the light,
Sings lullabies to calm the shores,
And burns the clouds, vanishes them,
So beams may touch the ground,
So beams may follow our might - without we can only try to be
Just where we are, and follow
Our right to see the ground and the sky,
And light and body - they are only guise
Of what we call the world,
But we should not be sorrow,
And follow state, and save the gold,
That give us vibes to live untill tomorrow.
By Guslyakov Sergey Vladimirovich
The shores of Vladivostok
© Copyright: Никита Гусляков, 2025
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