Aspiration Poem by Maxim Kirsanov
Aspiration
And if death is a German teacher
In the depths of the yellow fields
Dispelled by era smoke
The course finally went beyond terms
To teach one important lesson.
I am ready to develop the desired line
The dream sheet that led to those roads
And now it is possible to create
Under the bridges the river, and the meadow became sloping.
And on the slope burns than burned.
Deep boundary is the original limit.
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