Музы. Стихи прозаика

Ocean

Sometimes I think and remember about

We lay on the sand without thought

On the edge of the world

Used a small amount of words

In the middle of Pacific ocean

We left so many emotions

On the horizon the sun was setting

You my head on your legs getting

Quick crabs running around us here and there

I was so calm never and nowhere


 



Отредактировано: 11.12.2020





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