I taught myself to live simply n Wisely,
to look at the sky n pray to God,
n 2 Wander long b4 Evening to Tire my Superfluous Worries.
When d Burdocks Rustle in d Ravine n d yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops I compose happy verses about life's decay,
decay and beauty.
I come back.
The fluffy cat licks my palm,
purrs so sweetly and the fire flares bright on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on d roof occasionally breaks the silence.
If U knock on my door I may nt even Hear.
by-->Anna Akhmatova
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