The Cliff Poem by Emil Sharafutdinov
The Cliff
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From Lermontov
A golden cloud passed the night
On the bosom of a giant cliff;
Early in the morning she took leave,
Playing merrily in the sunlight;
But there was left a humid trace
In the old cliff's wrinkle. Lonely
Stands he, brooding wanly,
Quietly cries he in the barren space.
Sunday, February 12, 2023
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