by Margarita Serafimova
Brown feathers are gleaming,
the eagles are coming down over the forest,
purple forest, bare forest.
Standing forest, naked forest
in purple shadow, an autumnal slope.
The eagles are passing.
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In Constantinople
by Margarita Serafimova
Allah is calling the parakeets
to pass over the grass,
and they are passing,
greener than light.
Allah is calling the parakeets
to pass over the grass,
and they are passing,
greener than light.
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