Olga Zarya
The sea is sacred,
Waves - with cool paradise
Teshat their songs,
The body excite caresses.
The wind is ready to serve
My herrings are my sisters
Chasing herds are pearls
Irrepressible shepherd.
The sun is puzzled
His cheeks are comforting
How hot the side
Rinse in the font?
Clouds are his servants
Loaf with water is peeled
They blow in the sun, swirled,
From the wings - let's get drunk.
Thoughts are carried by gulls
Behind the bell ringing.
I meet my morning
Look fascinated.
Ah, this blue calling
Happiness, grabbing a gaze
I contemplate - being,
Not far off - close by.
photo - Sea of Azov
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