And looking at the raging sea,
What does the sailor think?
-Empty bottles won’t sink right away
If you throw them in, clink by clink.
Half-filled with water, they float along,
Defying each wave’s command.
The abyss won’t swallow them all, nor strong
Is the pull that drags to the sand.
And just as the glass containers fade
From sight on the endless blue,
So too will vanish all the years we’ve made -
A wasteful existence, through and through.
Clink Bottles Sink
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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