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The brutal winds, the times of trouble…
The raven soaring over lands.
I can’t but fight, I can’t but struggle
For peak of season jubilant!
The snows of February, the blizzards,
The tears dropping - crystalline,
The silence break the echoes wheezing:
The wings are clapping over I.
The guest is here… Ghostly creature,
You’ll never, never frighten me!
A sober feeling of your feature:
I stand against melancholy!
The February of longest nights…
The raven waits and gently swings,
The soul confessing as to cry
For slinking melody of spring!
15.02.2025
По мотивам «Февраль, достать чернил и плакать»
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The brutal winds, the times of trouble
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