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< Elena Daragan-Suschova
Moscow



Under the sun of the open, not knowing the risk,
Flower winged soul to the air.
With the dawn of birth to
scorching drive Soars butterfly only desires obedient.
There, where light and space boundless,
There, where the warmth glowing
Do not feel tenderness fatal-mint.
Without fear of flying ...
Flies surprised.
In the tangle of feelings and impulses boundless
Himself breaks time and space,
On the wings of thin
naive tenderness - Humble victim celestial extravaganzas.