My dreams


My dreams tend to distance,
Where are heard the cries and sobs,
Someone else to share the sorrow
And flour severe suffering.

There I can find a
Joy in life, ecstasy,
And there, against fate,
I will seek inspiration.

1911–1912

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Sergey Yesenin
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