Semki blagarki
Sweet seed
In the morning freshness
of the summer
I pick up
the nicest watermelon
with cracking it on the ground
from ripeness
I get its heart full of juiciness
the same heart as mine
the poet’s one
around which the poems ripe
as they are sweet seed
thirsty friends of mine
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