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There will be day I disappear by Ivan Bunin

There will be day I disappear All be the same in empty room A table and, of course, a chair And simple icon I resume. And butterfly in coloured silk will fly under the ceiling blue to flit to rustle and to blink to soar to flutter there anew. The same be bottom of the sky to look in open window of mine, The azure sea be still and smooth with all its deep attracting views. P.s. This is my translation of poem by Ivan Bunin

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