вторник, 26 февраля 2013 г.

Cliffs

Sea and steppe
At the foot of
Rocks and cliffs
Blue and white
As white as can be
Cut in slices
Unveiling the wisdom
One can hear
The squall of a seagull
In distance
Getting lost
In the smell of wormwood...

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