Стихи и рассказы в категории India. Читать онлайн

Don't go gentle into that good sea
Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism
Sea!No oceans in transoxiana,but

The mother of gods,
She dwells in the sky,
As endless and undecipherable
As her numerous names.

I am water
Soft enough
to offer life
Tough enough to

The soul has an air
Of joy and sadness,
I am the movement
Of will within it,