They were waiting for us yesterday
And they weren’t allowed to die…
Cold sea squeezed the hearts with its hands,
Stars were crying since being helpless…
Don’t’ believe it, they can’t be dead.
White sea froth that you see
Is they
Slight warm wind that you feel
Is they
And this rain is salty tears…
Can you hear the whisper:
“Why...”?
But these tears belong to us
Because sailors don’t ever cry…
(Август, 2002)
Kursk
© Copyright: Алина Каюкова, 2007
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