Olga Zarya
Azov Sea
The sea is a religious rite
Waves - with the coolness of paradise
Making fun of their songs
Body care affection.
The wind is ready to serve
Sisters their mane,
Drives herd pearl
Restless Shepherd.
The sun is puzzled
His cheeks were sweating,
As if the sides are hot
Rinse in the font?
The clouds are his servants
Pulling the tub with water,
Blowing in the sun, spinning,
From the wings - give to drink.
Thoughts are rushing by seagulls
For the bell ringing.
I meet my morning
Look spellbound.
Ah, this blue calling,
Happiness, grabbing eyes,
I contemplate - the real
Not far off - near.
author photo - Sea of Azov in the morning, in the evening and at night
