Sergei Yesenin


On the dark-blue sky The dawn burst red. In golden glow, spry Sun rose from its bed. When sun-light came back, By the sky reflected, It met on its track, New rays just projected. And when bright-gold, blended rays Spilled, suddenly lighting earth's face, The blue hue of a new day Spread around the sky's surface.

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