The Salty Wind… The snow-white sail…
On horizon a shaddow of nave…
And there on beach of breathing Ocean
Are lucky People with their emotions…
But if didn’t happen all these meetings…
And those ways weren’t ever passed…
And weren’t told ever those nice speeches –
All that couldn’t anywhere be last…
But Time pulles slowly as a tightrope –
As if an anchor of a nave…
And what can raise it from sea bottom?
What can it give or take away ?
The Salty Wind
© Copyright: Гавриил Иваниченко, 2008
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Lucky you, Gavriil! You know the taste of the salty wind and can feel it daily for sure, unlike those of us who live in huge cities...
Best regards,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 21.08.2008 23:45 • Заявить о нарушении
Best regards,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 21.08.2008 23:45 • Заявить о нарушении
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