On the shore of the sea, where the wave is running,
Just to retreat and get swallowed by sand.
Where surf like an orchestra is beating the beats
The metronome of eternity is knocking in my head.
The sun slowly rises, the day is beginning,
Warm air smoothly runs up from the ground.
The sun heats the sand like a fire in the pit,
And deceptively all it’s distorting around.
High in the blue sky seagulls are flying,
Clouds are crawling above like a snail.
Lonely yacht on the sea is barely moving;
Breath of the wind gently blows in her sail.
Well, by the evening day is finally dying,
The sun rolls across sky to fall in the vain.
Sunset lights clouds and blooms everywhere,
And then light goes out to start tomorrow again.
On the sea shore. На морском берегу
© Copyright: Тех-Ман Илья Перельман, 2015
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