Aleksandr Zhuk
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The night was dressed again in the Holy Race.
Poems, Songs & ProseThe night was dressed again in the Holy Race.
The secret is covered by darkness.
The stars were like a strike.
The air absorbs silence.
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The emptiness is filled with dreams.
The world around it is as if it was drunk
We did not expect our love.
At a moment one becomes in love.
And again in the night with inspiration:
I and my daughter are a toss.
We enjoy the moment again.
It looks like the stars look from above.
No matter how sad it is in the light,
The night will go away, a new day will come.
I am lying in the morning, in the morning,
On the day, the shadow will leave its shadow.
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