Apassionata[passionate (ital.)]

The heat streamed pods,
From the pods glow streamed,
And the night swept, both from the clouds
Uproot ball.
Suffocation cramped shell,
as the serpent, cracked boat,
Well today it seems to me the point
That night in the heavens being.
I do not remember, I was the first,
Or were you first
On her nerves drummed,
As mesh Bicheva.
Hromadoy Rubtsov napruzhas,
From the heat of dirty and naked,
I was alone, as the horror,
Her exclamation mark.
Affixed to a life of mew
Anhydrous sugar heaven,
he swam, drawn down,
And he sang about the proportion of.

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Boris Pasternak
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