The hands are melting.
Fingers fade away.
A billion of stars and planets sway.
Through night of visions
Boat under sail
With all its laughеer 's ramming past the veil.
The wind is song.
What had you held is gone.
And Parrot charges forward on and on.
Flight of the Sea Vine
© Copyright: Блатант Гарудинов, 2021
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