A lonely sail turns white ......
13 June 2017 •
Travel time: with 05 June 2017 on 10 June 2017
Belet a lonely couple
In the mist of the blue sea!...
What is he looking for in a distant land???
What did he throw in his native land???
I'm playing waves - vert whistles,
And the mast bends and creaks. . .
Alas! He is not looking for happiness
And not running from happiness!
Under it, a jet lighter than azure,
Above not a golden ray of sun....
And he, rebellious, asks for a storm,
As if there is peace in the storms!
So did I, before the storm alone plunged into the waves of my beloved Black Sea!
Translated automatically from Russian. View original
