The sparkling, undulating glare
Cradles the night
A sailor's fairy - limpid, fair
A jib in flight
You'll never have the craven fancy
To stay ashore
For she's that journey, last and chancy
You waited for
So catch the wind, when night has vanished
Set up the pace
And have your sails at once replenished
With time and space.
The sparkling, undulating glare...
© Copyright: Леонид Малахов, 2019
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