Smoke flood lick yl - Yesenin

mist, flood waters
Zalizalo open.
Yellow reins
month dropped.

Edu on a longboat,
Tychus to shore.
Churches in pryasel
red stack.

plaintive Karkom
In the silence of the marshes
black gluharka
By calling Vigil.

Grove blue gloom
Lies rabble ...
I pray stealthily
For your fate.

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