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Poems from a Stool · 2022

I'll Take Eternity by the Hand

...I'll take Eternity by the hand And go walking on the clouds, Boost her up onto the Milky, Pull up, climb on by myself. I'll look around, and slyly she Will whisper: where to now? Why, anywhere you like, Mama. I've opened this one too, somehow. -What if, right behind us, The guards start giving chase? -We'll scatter into waves — No catching us, no gathering. -Well then, be bolder, my dear! Don't forget your quill! And don't waste your strength in vain, From here on, it'll all be easy...
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian