In daytime, in the light we try to draw
On canvas - all the shadows-half-shadows of faces...
On coming of the night - it's hard to overcome the borders.
The borders all become indistinct, and lose their fun
In hazy mirror of the moon - the bride of sun.
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2010/03/07/1725
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem