Cross.
Summer evening is mysteriously empty
The gray shadows have dissolved in him
From the Baltic rains the chill of feelings
Empty beaches in turmoil
Melting in the sounds of a gray wave
the lonely sun with a hangover
A confession of guilt
The sea echoes lingeringly in excitement.
Only here and one on one,
Dividing the notes with a ghostly scale
Blood flows through the veins from the lowlands
Repentance seethes with an amalgam.
Dropping the cross of unfinished business,
Cutting off all the ends and bridges.
You understand that this is the limit
You are at the last line.
All friends far away are you alone
And it’s a pity to lose such enemies,
The song of the wind has a farewell motive
And only time is in a hurry to reverse.
#aristopoetry
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