IN THE CROWD OF PERRONS AND BAYS ...

In the crowd of aprons
and moorings.
Alas!
You did not meet me.
Among the comfort and warmth.
Alas!
You waited for another.

I called you, I cursed fate,
But you did not hear me.

And life flows.
Rather, it melts.
I do not have your views.
I do not have your hands enough.
Easily relieve fatigue
and pain.
Which remained.
And I do not feel at ease.