God's angel, winter morning - Akhmatova

God's angel, winter morning
Secretly we Hoops,
With our carefree life
The eye does not reduce darkened.

Because we love the sky,
thin air, fresh breeze
And blackened branches
Behind the fence of cast iron.

we love because strict,
high-water, dark City,
And the separation of our love,
And watch a brief meeting.

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