(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold

of November sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

???
xto vy malen’ki ja

(p’jaty shesty rokiv)
shcho dyvlats’a iz vysokyx

vikon na zoloto

lystopadovoho zaxodu sonc’a

(i vidchuvajuchy: jakshcho den’
maje staty nichchju

ce prekrasnyj sposib)

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