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Natalka Bilotserkivets
A yellow maple, a rusty stone,
And the sweat of rust and dried green blood—
This is all an insatiable now,
Like the elastic clenching of our soul.
Love this stone—it’s a million years old.
Love this maple two steps away.
Love this rain—it’s everywhere like calm.
Love this poem—it’s written by Guillame.
Do you sense the unity of life?
The only things in it are the word and nature,
And rain... And the deathly cold of tears.
All are just a heartbeat’s imprints.