The fog hides the distant shore…


The fog hides the distant shore.
Boat runs - much bolder and.
Who is on the steering wheel - a great and love
You sing and stroking silk curls?

I look into the distance without a will and without captivity,
My beach is empty, but I see clearly -
Sings and shines pink foam,
In the rays of dawn creeping Rook.

And heed the cry of longing and passionate,
I put no, and look more nemey.
And on the steering wheel - and a great lover
You sing and stroking silk curls.

12 January 1902

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