Fairy birds
play with rain
they are like princesses on a pea
spinning on the flying drops
others as if on wire
try to sit
on the slant line of rain
there are some
which at breakneck speed
leap into the apertures of lightening
and appear
beyond the heaven
these are the most educated
the rain reminds them
of a cage
Translated from Russian by Dasha Nisula
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