Yosef Latman
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HARMONY...
(Free translation did by the author)
The voices of birches and spruces,
of flowers and grass on their tunes
Are sounding , when the wind is starting,
As if, with a cry, oboe is laughing.
And, interlacing in a chaotic choir as
In forests or noisying sea, will waked
Everyone's voice (the prima or the second),
And they will not sink in unknown mosses.
28.09.2019
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