Marina Matisse. (№ 376004)

I have never been overseas.
On the other end of his spaces
Where at sunset all who with heart torn,
Night angels sing romance.
Where there are no problems, no troubles. Where people are fed.
Where neither thieves, nor Cain, nor judges.
Where unbearably painful burden of life -
Legend, a relic of Katara.
I see this life, it's real.
The taste of wine and a light trail of perfume...
Like the shore, but the waters crystal clear,
With vast carpets of flowers..
On that end, paradoxically,
Sat a girl, dreaming...