HARVEST OF CLIPPER SHIPS

It has break into peaces iven a last wind
become so tiny like summer in October.
The year was so promising,
the trees were heavy only from their flowers
but the affair comes to nothing.
God
how happy I was!
How proud I was
on my boat which had sailed trough plenty of poison
which had navigated over the wormwood
the devil eyes
dirty things.
Then on the way back home
when it has to be calm
to pull down an armature,
he has drowned.

He was carrying only hope.