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Вера Бурая
По времени
Autumnal dismal song
Singer-wind never wrong
Master of clouds trying to remind how it serious:
To lose and to find
Your disappointment strongest that your sense
Fly with the whirlwind – its pomp decadence.
At the night you will see dreadful dream about the calm.
You will hate nights & sleep, scared heart take alarm
Understand: now you can’t listen to voice of sky
Knock subsides, weeping lasts. Trust in wind, stop to cry
