Voyage

Voyage
Vladimir Shubnikov
Wool hides a gentle face,
The cloud breathes, hiding, the field,
In the soul, evil is hidden with good.
The reefs are hidden in the sea.

The front of the glass in the pot,
The road is hidden,
The wave is covered,
Bintom is covered by someone’s wounds.

It will fall with time,
The soul is opened by chance.
And the wind will destroy the cloud,
Everything that was secret.