You see that you are sailing in a boat
And hands are ploughing water of the flow.
the trees of the same age along the coasts –
like relatives of the eternal grow.
I see through the thin layer only heaven –
And from the shore you are listening to me.
Attentively and silently –a poem
we have become at once – you and I – we!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem