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Morning Dream

at night someone was knocking
at the closed door of a ruined house
someone entered the empty rooms
yellow leaves—drops of withered light —
rustled uneasily on the windowsill

Tatyana Grauz

At Night I Looked into my Room Through the Window

At night I looked into my room through the window
and I noticed
that I wasn’t there

And I realised
that my non-existence is entirely possible

Vladimir Burich

Every Morning

Every morning
I open my eyes
and see the window ,
and in that window, the sky .

Every morning
it reminds me :
I’m not a bird

Gennady Alexeyev

The Challenge

joy
comes unexpectedly

the challenge is
to find an excuse
for sadness

Ivan Akhmetiev