Destroyed bridges
of dreams,
intoxicating potion
of poverty –
weakness
of my country
we drink from the horn
of abundance
and in the bins
of endless
despair
unwittingly,
by chance
we put never-dying
flowers
of hopes.
Translated by Natalia Ogienko
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