Only at the turn of the 20th day
The sea took off my wish at last
The wave crumbled to the coast
And fell back hasty hissing-Here this` s for you!
When I took the stone in my palm
The stone was chanting with the sea
Which grinded it in his depth and now
Brought and threw it to my feet.
Who did calculate for centuries, years,
Months, days, hours and seconds,
Set right, emend our ways
Till the moment of this miracle meeting.
Don` t know-Maybe it` s necessary not at all
Dig out the infinite depth of the case
That now in its invisible wrinkles
Keep the numerous threads of our Futures.
The most important thing is this stone after all
Immaculate, pure and peerless.
Flooded with the immortal roar of the sea
With the cosmic, undying breathing.
Author` just can`t remember…:D