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ОглавлениеThere is the smell of the heroic in the air:
a pair of hawks circling their nest at feeding time.
Rabbits escaping the talons and claws of destiny.
The flesh of impala laughing in the hyena’s mouth.
Flash of sword repeating in the dragon’s eye.
The princess repelling down the tower on a rope of her own hair.
Even more, I think it’s the sight of you, my friend,
pulling love out of despair,
snatching happiness from the ash of winter,
pushing open the closed door, letting in spring.
