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20 Aug 2008 09:06 am
Poem For The Day
Pushkin with an eternal lament:
Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva's roar.
I'm sad and light, my grief - transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone...My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can't do otherwise.
(Photo: Georgians escape from a house set on fire by South Ossetian militia on August 18 in the Georgian village Kvemo-Achebeti, some 5 km from Tskhinvali. By Dmitry Kostyukov/AFP/Getty.)
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