plundered all, devotedly, Sales…

N. Rykova

plundered all, devotedly, Sales,
Black Death flashed wing,
All hungry longing izglodano,
Why do we become bright?

Day of breath blowing cherry
Unprecedented for the city forest,
Night shines new constellations
July depths of clear skies, –

And so it comes close to a miraculous
To the collapse of a dirty home,
to nobody, anyone unknown,
But from the beginning wished us.


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