OCEAN’S MARCH (Excerpt XII)
Time to set sail
As we breath
the glaucous sail of zephyr unfurls
and its sunlit pleats
wave
up to behind happy breasts
of the distant mountains
There are no borders for our heart
falling in love with the sea
A banner of health
that doesn’t hesitate
nailed onto stone salutes the sky
stirring over people
large shadows of dew
from the morning sea
with its white sails and islands
flowering in the midst of May
Behind the rocks crawls the deserted
silver thought of moon
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