In the stormy waters of the boundless Internet,
My boat sailed, wandering in the solid darkness,
Plowing the expanses of the world late - at sunset,
On the wave of modern lyrics and from pastness.
The fascinating lines of the wonderful sonnet
Suddenly fell in front of me from the sky vastness,
Like a fiery plume of a distant bright comet,
Left a trace in the tender soul with cosmic fastness.
And settled in my heart somewhere at that moment...
Drowning in the depths of sad lines filled with fondness,
Since then - some kind of fate - I can't forget that poet...
Now what should I do with such a mystic oddness?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem