Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)

Sunshine Has Filled The Room

Sunshine has filled the room
with clear golden specks of dust.
I woke up and remembered,
dear, it was your birthday.

But far beyond my windows
snow has covered the ground,
And made me forget, so now to atone,
I sleep without dreams.
Anna Akhmatova :

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