George Jaropolsky. Insomnia Poem by Natalia Sozh and friends
George Jaropolsky. Insomnia
No scratches, neither sirens nor more cries.
In grayish air the sun is going to rise.
Leaves whisper in the splashing of the rain
And faint hopeless sounds of crying drain.
The dawn is nearing to console the pain,
My open window breathing autumn rain.
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
Sunday, March 25, 2012
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