• Язык:
    Украинский (Українська)
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Восьмивірш

Восьмистишье

Ні маминих пісень стужілих,
Ні шереху, дивлюсь назад –
Ніколи ми не розуміли
Того, що розуміти варт.
Як стугін гір непогамовний,
Як Божа ласка розпростерта, –
Яка висока недомовність
Тобі дарується, поете!

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