June in Moscow means
Endless white nights unfurled.
When at three in the morning it’s so bright,
It's a wonder to the world.
When nightingales sing,
In the coolness, taking delight.
When to the Turkish shore,
Like it once was, once more,
I again have no urge to take flight.
And I love once again,
With endless might,
This astonishing land –
Which, just as before,
Has never loved me,
Not once, in its sight.
2020
June in Moscow
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