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There are poplars in the middle of the steppe

And a branch stretches into the sky,

They look at the heights far away

Where are the stars in the sky, like the holy fields.

For some reason, I remembered my childhood:

I sit on my father's shoulders,

We walk the path home

And the poplar branches are all in the stars...

Such stars only in childhood

Low in the sky, at least grab it.

It seemed, just raise your hands -

You catch the edge of the sky with the wind.

Those moments were imprinted

And slender poplars, the edge of the village

And the joy of having Mom and Dad,

And the stars in the sky are like holy fields.

(V. Davydova 07/24/2021)