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The February of longest nights:
The tears swept away, away…
The rains are roaring off the skies
Like mystic inks on scrolls of fate.
Behind the gates of iron leaves
The giant tyrants bear the truths.
And melancholic their dreams
Abruptly breach the screams of rooks.
The gusts of agitating winds
Alarm the flocks and make them rush.
Away, away from drizzling branch,
Away from cold and trembling trees!
The downward is snow to melt
As evidence of near spring,
With tears poured - a chancy glimpse
Of pages of the poems.
25.02.25
Февраль, достать чернил и плакать
The February of longest nights
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