Restless soul, you always dream of sailing to another land,
Where winter seas are lapping on forsaken shores,
Where winds are whispering melodies that you can understand,
Where leaden skies are weaving raindrops when it pours.
Another land
© Copyright: Юлия Азорова, 2019
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