Something of heavens ever burns in it,
I like to watch its wondrous facets' growth.
It speaks with me in fate's non-seldom fits,
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its not exactly what she said in her poem 'music'. Added lots of worlds and wrong ideas she is not using.., this 'free style' actually turned it in very basic and ordinary poem with the only one name of Anna Ahmatova.
sang as sing a thunderstorm in May, As if all flowers began to talk in gardens. very fine poem. tony