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Childhood – flower
pollen,
garden of time is fading,
prairie of expectations,
silk grass,
wind is playing the violin.
Leaves are falling in a binge,
meetings are so delightful,
years are flying by,
autumn is falling on the shoulders.
Translated by Natalia Ogienko.
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