I stand upon the deck of the steamship,
Breathing in the scent of the sea cing;
In silence, I sing of my love mantion,
While my heart grieves with longing.
What the future holds in store—
I do not dwell upon such thoughts...
The Caucasus lies veiled by the horizon,
And the waves roll past the ship’s sides.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2026 13:08
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A poetic snapshot in time. A lovely image created. Well done
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