I pray the window beam…

I pray the window beam -
he is pale, thin, straight.
Today, I am silent in the morning,
A heart - half.
On my washstand
turned green copper,
But it plays a beam on it,
What fun to look.
Such simple and innocent
In the evening stillness,
But in this edifice empty
He is like a holiday gold
And comfort me.


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Anna Akhmatova
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