In spring the light is usually shedding
To the out-of-the-wayl Russian door.
Mister Pak goes back to Korea
And the airplane flies to the dawn.
As a rule after someone’s request,
I am writing my poem to the other.
And I usually write for a saint,
I already got used to my silence.
In spring the light
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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