Far away,
behind the line of the horizon
at a vertical and flaming angle
like a golden pound the sun has drown
neither on the heads nor tails in turning tangle.
Your return
has bended like a question
in the clouds above the polish waves.
And the dews as tears have set in vespers
like my verses in the evening chains.
Here the sunsets’re
pale-yellow and scarlet
under the tremendous quartz bright moon.
Why do waves kiss rocks and sandy carpets,
if you cannot come to see me soon?
Evening in Loving Calm
© Copyright: Сергей Соколов, 2012
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Hi, Captain! Don't be so sad. Take it easy! That's the life -
Rocks and carpets are kissed by waves and captains missed by their wives..
:-)
Лю Да 13.12.2012 15:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Rocks and carpets are kissed by waves and captains missed by their wives..
:-)
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