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Poems from a Stool · 2023

Though We're Not Brothers by Blood

Though we're not brothers by one father And though there's different blood in me, Though we don't look alike in face, We share a common love instead. We waste no time on sleep, We give birth to blends of words and notes. A spiritual synchro-unison, A shared unearthly flight. Two lives bound together by fate To sing the freedom of the spirit. My friend, perhaps you and I Are able to turn back time. To shine for others is no easy work. To march blindly with the crowd is nonsense. I'd eat a ton of salt with you, You son of heaven, O Ave Gor. My teacher, my friend, my brother! To walk with you is to walk toward the light! May your million-carat soul Shine on for billions of years!
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian