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< Love Alexandrov
Gomel,



... And the sea began
recognition In the combination of green and ocher,
Dilution whitewash
bands Baltic sleet wet ...

The vibration of the walls of the lookout tower
From mint Baltic monsoon,
The guy gulls on hoary wave,
Piercing, transparent, weightless ...

In an attempt to find unpressing
Pine resin amber tide ...
In throwing coins to come
Here even a little happier ...

The seat in the "Reef" ... And suddenly arisen
Suddenly the state of nirvana
From the contemplation of those eyes and hands
And sip from smelling iodine prana ...

Fleeting heartbeat rhythm,
Reborn in the ephemeral nature of sound -
What you measure, being an extract?
What you explain the science?

... And learning to calm the sea is not
At the time, leaving a blind eye.
Enough forces used it to me to comprehend
In today's, past, upcoming ...