Surf the sea to the feet of your foam
with a hiss will fall on the world ascorbate,
big wave, the echo of the universe.
To understand is not given to you from birth ...
On the moon's path, lying on the sea,
your opinion will run, inevitably sparking.
Silent gulls fell asleep without arguing ...
in the warm sea mysterious connection
the Queen of the night, eclipsed all stars,
the radiance of his driving away the darkness ...
And you're not leaving, though very late,
you have two hidden enemy –
your loneliness, the fear stick
to disappear without a trace here in the night.
Will harden the sorrow of a smile on his lips,
and the sea dispassionately. Scream, don't scream...
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Alexander Of Dmitrov