The words are scripted in dark skies –
And blinded are the beauty eyes …
And fear of death-bed disappears,
And sweetness of the love-bed dies.
Some sweat, some slave in self-negation!
We've got the next infatuation:
Unearthly kindling o’er the curls –
A breath of inspiration!
1918/2006
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В черном небе - слова начертаны