Adrian Roland Holst. (№ 262354)

Golden shores polyacryle,
blue, potemnevshie the sky,
gulls endless flight,
that boils and boils on the surface of the cold -
seagulls circling without borders
like snow over a troubled abyss.
Did I believe before anything
song like believe song white bird?
They are smaller, and descend to the world the boundless
precious moments of silence
I run along the waves
away from eternity, a lonely mystery.
Gray falls twilight blue
above the gray cliffs, over the expanse
blue - Oh, the knowledge of the alien, which
the song makes the rising surf.