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< Leah Altukhova



Let's go to the sea, let the winter and snow.
I want to hear the cries of seagulls.
I left a loved one,
And I have a right to be sad.

Let's go to the sea ...
We draw
On wet beach letters and patterns.
Moments of my memory erased
Under the sound of the surf in the carotid conversations.

Let's go! Book the ticket!
I want to stay freestyle proud bird.
I'm cold ...
I soon 30 years,
So, I know how to disperse.

Let's Grab-a light,
Without load days of huge suitcases.
Let's go to the sea. Sea can I,
I believe, to heal any wound.