Анна Ахматова


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I want to smell the tender roses,
Before their petals droop and fall
In that one garden in St Petersburg
The most beautiful city in holy Russia
In the whole world this city stands out
There statues will remember me when I was young
And I remember them all beside the river Neva.
In the fragrant silence between the Tsars and Putin
I have changed form
No longer a young woman full of hope
Now I am a metal statue on a plinth
In this freezing empty square
For me, I prefer to hear the masts of the ship creaking.
As the beautiful swan swims through the ages,
Admiring the beauty of her reflection.


Christmas roses ►


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keith jeffries

Mon 8th Aug 2022 16:24

Exquisitely written
Thank you

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