From the landing stage I'll frighten off the seagulls,
In the shop I'll buy spices.
I do not have a cup of tea in you -
I feed you with my heart.

How do you file? With blood?
Is it sweet to you? Terpko?
If it hurts, I'll hide it,
All this will endure now.

Autumn will cool the waves.
A pud of salt will disappear.
Will the love be complete,
If there is no pain?

PS In the photo there should have been buckwheat-pear pancakes, very fragrant

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