The white alone sailboat swims
Among the foggy cyan sea.
What does he look for in countries?
What did he leave in his pier?

The wind is storming through the waves,
The mast is breaking and creaking.
He doesn't look for the blessedness,
He doesn't run from some mercy.

He swims among the blue calm sea,
The sun warms his with golden rays.
But crazy boat prays for storming
As though the storm is the mainest peace.

(30.01.2019)