Thus time epoxies our synthesis:
We grasp at any decent variation.
I wouldn't say that I have fear of this,
But I feel that in every our creation:
Yes, something is undoubtedly will come,
And afterward — so quietly will hide them —
All thought and phrases, feelings, other some
That we could hardly obviate - they heighten.
Yes, something is undoubtedly around —
One older and more cursed than every other.
In any time, it will break through the ground
And flare up like a thing, that are not rather.
The space around uncovers future’s depth,
And soon will merge with every our emotion:
Two shadows, who are not ready to step,
But looking down together into ocean.
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Данное произведение является художественным авторским переводом стихотворения "Союз"
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Synthesis
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