Written by Margarita Serafimova
On a morning, after the ship I did not board sailed away,
I was lying and watching the breeze above in the blooming twigs
in the same place.
featured in our fall 2019 issue
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Written by Margarita Serafimova
On a morning, after the ship I did not board sailed away,
I was lying and watching the breeze above in the blooming twigs
in the same place.
featured in our fall 2019 issue
