Gull (Galeb)
From the west to the south
with sun in the sails on the water route
hazy dust and sick cities
disappearing in the noise of waves
Gulls are like white ships
sailing there as our dreams
who knows where their port is
or still anyone else awaiting them
Land is the Cape of Good Hope
day is like water of blue river
evening is a silent melody
night is a crying lonely birches
Mornings are like gull's eye
breeding there as my dream
who knows where their port is
or still anyone else awaiting them
A. Gucek
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