In The Devilish Twilight Poem by Ira Gorshkova

In The Devilish Twilight



In the devilish twilight
Arrow span of darkness
Not to touch food of the night
Were-quail eggs
Fish lost on the rocks
Subterranean lakes keep
eyelashes and wings
of the one
who scratches the finest silver

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