While
night
declaims,
essential
peacefully
melts,
dissolves,
disappears
in the cloudless
air of life-giving
oblivion.
On the top
of the full moon
the star
of your twinkling
with happiness
tears burns
and never fades.
Translated by Natalia Ogienko.
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