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May 2020
~ Alexander Blok ~

Let Me stay at heights most lofty,
I am spotless, I am complete.
The shore is dark and looks deserted
Whilst ships are furrowing the sea.

Sometimes, a passing sail is close,
It sparks a dream in Me at once.
And in the endless vast, behold
My soul's extravagance.

It feels so solitary, stilly,
And I am at the steering wheel,
And I am crooning - don't you hear it? -
Your dream, my beloved keel.

Trust your sail to a tempest
Blowing strangers' fate, not yours:
And more than once, in My tranquil azure,
I'll mourn your twists and turns.
Written by
Vyas  37/M/Russia
     Jamadhi Verse and Vyas
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