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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation
To my Sonny
My fair eyed boy!
My joy, my hope!
Don’t go away, my dear,
Don’t leave me!
Get up. Stretch your little hands.
Open your eyes,
My dearest boy,
My gentle Sonny.
Get up and look and listen
To the birds that sing to us,
To the flowers that
Drink the May dew at dawn.
Get up and look, my dear.
Death will wait for you!
Do you see that Sunny
May Lives on graves too?!
Even the earth on graves
Flames with flowers.
So, why did you, my Sonny,
Live so little?
My fair eyed boy!
My joy, my hope!
Don’t go away, my dear,
Don’t leave me!
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