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#UkrainianPoetry
#Nikolasson
solstice
and spirits whisper in the clouds, birdsong,
above the flood of sandy paths, in the twists of gray
in the dusty robes of midgets, in thickets of grain,
insect buzzing, rustling, cries of predators
birds, whose feathers the June frame is curled,
and at the moment when the sun crowns the top of the world,
the winds tangle in the grass -
weak, drunk.
the solstice is coming.
(2020)