Breath of the desert
Дмитрий Красюков
The sea of golden flames
sinks slowly to the dunes
to shape the sea of grains;
the wind stirs sandy tunes...
Hills of the molten time
make giddy joyous heart...
The acme of the sand-climb
is many miles apart...
It's my beloved desert!
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Дмитрий Красюков
, 2015
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