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nightfall

being turns cochlear.an ear

a rose

a crowd diminishes

hazard a call.listen

as your heart echoes back

its longings

tomorrow

a luminous turning

will be your body

abandoning all fear

nightfall or, the other half is silence


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translated from the Ukrainian written by
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