Poet Nasta Kudasava published a new poem on Facebook.

And while I am voiceless,
let me breathe without haste
this golden autumn —
my golden solitude.
And while warmth holds no value,
let the leafy stream pour down,
let it seem for a moment to me:
I am loved, I am Danaë…
Where are you, happiness? And I don't pray.
But I don't spare my heart.
Again, poems into my sorrow
Fall as golden rains.
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гэта добра.. даўно не было
а Карпаў што-небудзь піша?