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Primal Memories

Прапамять

Life — all of it — there it is! Dancing, singing,
cities, deserts, oceans —
a quick reflection
of what’s forever lost

Fires burn, trumpets blare,
and chestnut horses run,
and nervous lips repeat,
keep repeating — what? — Happiness. Yes, happiness, I think.

And that’s ecstasy, and that’s pain,
again, once again, forever again;
an ocean waves its grey-haired mane,
deserts sprout, and cities.

And when will I finally end
this dream, and be myself —
a humble Indian dozing
in the sacred twilight, along some quiet river?

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