Larisa Biyuts Biography

So, the sky is broken-
the melting splinters in branches of trees.
People crumble into the snow,
and the silence
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Ashes and flowers; some poetry;
the frigid truth of autumn bonfires;
the sad magic; the magic sin;
the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter.
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Take other train. Be like a wind.
Don’t care about a ticket,
for the golden leaflet is in your hand,
and your past will catch you up
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One more nameless autumn;
October betrays you again
now with the rain
now with a glimpse of the sunlight.
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O white September with blue eyes,
you smell of coffee that I spilled
today at lunch. It was my agitation.
You and I are satisfied - today.
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