BL. No. 36/19
& nbsp;Steppe and sky. Wind whispers.
& nbsp;don seems to be asleep.
& nbsp;I Hear neighing. I hear footsteps.
& nbsp;Horses herd flies.
& nbsp;horses Gallop, horses race,
& nbsp;Trampling herbs and flowers.
What drives them so madly?
& nbsp;Thirst, will, fear, dreams?..
& nbsp;Manes long rinse
& nbsp;Banners in the wind.
& nbsp;the Echo echoes. Grasses grumble.
I'm looking at them from the hill.
& nbsp;Their eyes are the darkness of a summer night,
& nbsp;Sky southern agate,
& nbsp;Like a virgin's young eyes,
& nbsp;so scared glisten.
& nbsp;the Backs are sweaty and glossy.
& nbsp;the Sun is hot and scorching.
& nbsp;Horses gallop, horses race.
& nbsp;dust Curls from under the hooves.
& nbsp; 2001. Essentuki
Horses
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