Watercolor

darkened windows loopholes,
Not a breeze sighs valley,
clear night; through the top of the spruce
Month threw the first ray of his long.
Angel eyes lowered saints,
People are happy shadows flashed,
And calm eyes gold
gentle girl, clung to the window.

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Marina Tsvetaeva
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