There’s a cruel storm, there’s the ship on waves
Trying not to drown, but just now it fails
Battle with thunderstorm, with Neptune and wind.
All of things were born – all will die. All will…
Ship in going down, in the black cold depth;
Оver the black sea grins the face of death.
2016
Ship-wreck
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