My boat is on its river - have to bring
My dream to choose its turn of unexpected ray
And candle of the night for both hands in green sleeves,
Green silky sleeves, not one's mistake to take a word to say.
But word of heart is not from phrase of time,
It's not a shield for space against its mode of crime:
To strengthen mutual soul with belief
That a provoked direction is not a dangerous cliff.
My boat
© Copyright: Юлия Пескова 26, 2023
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