On thinnest line of the horizon,
The ships are crying by the beeps:
The're complaining of the distance...
I'm listening to playing waves.
The stars are bright on Southern heaven,
The evening air is fresh and tart,
Today the moon is rather youngish -
The messenger of spurious hopes.
I feel so bare of fears and peaceful
The trouble has gone as day has done,
The nature's life is so impressive,
So pure and grand - forget the chores.
Being tired under busy daylight,
Here I obtain the wanted calm.
I'm writing lines - they're pacifying -
To get the strength for future deeds.
On thinnest line of the horizon
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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