I really like the tides,
When the water fights for the beach,
Leaving him virginally beautiful,
Flushing after the people with his makeup ...
As once when all the living things came out of the water,
Water for all is natural and native,
From the bosom of Mother Nature to dry, hot beaches,
It's annoying, screaming and crying,
Those who are thrown ashore forever,
The world is not perfect, those who struggle here survive,
As a result of daily agonizing work,
Once a half a year they go to the sea,
And they do not want to return, never from there.
Each shipbuilder, a sea conqueror,
Waiting for when, the whole affair of his life,
Will take away the water,
Right off the bat, with a run into the waves,
To make it easier to be free,
Again in the womb mother of nature,
Like thousands of years ago.
Beach
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2018
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