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O-ik' Ip-po's icy archipelago, the port city of T'dyek to-Ik, in the province of south Ik-to-i...

stanislav kostarnov
Jan 12, 20211 min read

Sharp waves

Invisible

Like snow

Winds glistens too

In the transparent folds of clear air …pink

Be-stilled

In the stillness of dancing light

The towers are free

As flying away birds of summer in the air

Only silence remains

Asif burning

Still is

The crackling of the cold

The breaking waves of a dark green abyss

A cream like gold of sunlight

rare

Floating feathers of moored ships

From merchant’s stories

Far away



 
 
 

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