*CASPIAN -1
The vast sea
runnig a blue halo
to the velvety bank.
It is turning the mirror into the fog.
To keep his hidden ancestor young
to crystallize his roots,
he became the foothills on clouds
it is tide to the sun in froth.
In his splendid court
its fishes circling free
offering the reflections of the sky
to the depths
and timbermen of seawood
emerge from shade of sunset
to be immersed with smoke and wheat
in a nocturnal silence.
Signet of a tall roof of the north
Caspian
sings in bluegreen solitude.
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