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The sky is smoked by fog

Bright day veiled swarthy.

And the wound becomes sharper

Disturbed feelings of relatives.

Heart pain shrinks steeper,

And sad in half with the rain.

Remembering your singing voice,

Dissolved look in my heart.

We walk through the dairy garden

In the buzz of bees, in honey bloom.

The world has disappeared, only you are near

In the universe with you flying.

Here the space is wide open

Myriads of stars gives us:

– Choose any! Us!

– The one that burns brighter than the others!

We are flying in a petal blizzard,

Driving, glowing beam.

And we take it in warm hands,

Wearing on the edge of clouds.

Light white, stars rays,

Dazzle herbs flowers.

Small clouds, curly herd,

Steeped on the distillation.

And today remembering Spring,

I look at our Star,

But, in the gloomy sky of the region,

A cloud of darkness drew a line.