River Photographer

Nikolai P.

Wave flowing, wave making noise,
And the boat in the moonlight,
Waving his oars, runs
And splashing over the waves.
And in each spray from the oar
Flickers the light of the moon,
And the river where the boat went,
Still traces are visible.
Everything is quiet, the shore is asleep...
But who is in the boat
In dust jacket edges is worth
With your head open?
Developed curls, pale appearance
Sad face,
All in itself - and does not look
An old rower.
He keeps looking over there.,
To the far sky,
And if a star falls, -
Then he ponders.
Shakes his head sadly,
Sighs heavily,
As if he were with him
In comparison the idea has come.
Ah! he must have suffered a lot.,
And many he liked,
And a lot of grief in my life knew
And happiness buried...
Wave flowing, wave making noise,
And the boat in the moonlight,
Waving his oars, runs
And splashing over the waves.