The Lonely Sail after Mikhail Lrrmontow

Ksey_Gan

The sail of a lonely one gleams white

In the blue sea fog as spirit tent!

What is he looking for in a land distant?

What has he abandoned in his native land?..

 

The waves play slidell  - the wind whistles,

And the mast bends, roars  and most creaks...

Alas! He does not seek any happiness,

And he does not run from happiness!

 

Under him a creek  brighter than azure,

Above him a ray of golden sun...

But he, rebellious, asks for a storm, sure,

As if there is peace in storms, but none!

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2025 13:59
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    We all at times long for the storm. A most wonderful metaphor in this poem



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