The Script On a Book by Anna Akhmatova
11:22 PM
The given by you - is yours.
Shota Rustavely
Shota Rustavely
From under what deaf ruins I speak rhyme,
From under what an avalanche cry out:
Like I am burning in the white quicklime
Under the volts of chambers underground.
I’ll simulate a winter, mute and lost,
And close, fast, the ever opened entrance,
But they will hear my alone voice,
And trust in it will be their final sentence.
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tea with sugar gives me the cramps
tea with sugar gives me the cramps