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2: Blick auf die Ostsee

Blick auf die Ostsee

My native ocean under skies
that, nearly overcast now shows
a timid spot of blue that grows
while all the rest in sunrise
is coated yellow, orange too.

Out on the waves I know so well
I see a ship sail past and soon
be hidden there behind the hill
and trees that here
obstruct my view –

my ocean; pale to distant lands
and share with them my
native sands;
my ocean, like you’ve
sung for me
sing too along your
distant strands
and add my voice there to
your melody.

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