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Morning is coming.

It’s quiet and easy.

The sun’s meeting us.

The heart feels so breezy.

Here in Crimea

It smells fresh

Salt, wind, sea

And vastness.

I met the dawn

Looking out the window

From behind the mountains

I saw the sun blinking.

All colors in the world

Gathered in one

The sky is shining

The soul’s glow began.

The sea whispers softly:

“Come closer to me …”

I will feel it deeply,

It’s merged inside of Thee.

Warm salty water

Met me that day

And carried away

In my own wave

You and I are united

You and me are one

The place of the heart of power —

In the happiness that’s not gone.

I feel the salt on my hot lips

Can’t hide joy no more,

Goodbye pain.

The sea has swallowed my secrets

My heart opened up to love stains

The mountains protect.

The one who’s already lost

Can find a shelter here:

You’re waited the most!

The sea smiled wisely

I waived with gratitude…

The sun winked at me nicely:

“You are always loved!”