It was then that I noticed
In the middle of the street
A half-dead fading blossom,
Lying right at my feet.
In the dusk of its petals,
It was breathless at all,
As your shadow is breathless
In the dusk of my soul.
Nikolay Zabolotsky (translated by A.A.)
It was then that I noticed...
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