Two sides of the same coin,
To change one day by night,
Eagle and a crock of metal,
Light pounding in the penumbra.
The eagle soared and fell with a sieve,
And from a kick rolled away -
In a distant paradise on the trail of hell,
Trying to manage, trying to be able to.
Two sides - one coin,
On a thin side - penumbra:
The door, the bars, the cage,
Dawn and night, sunset and day.
Svetlana Chernyavskaya
Vladimir Kush The Two
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