On the grey fairy Mountain Lonely Poppy is blooming. and evil wind rocks it, and sweeps dust on its petals. and tears pitilessly its leaves. Pale and gentle and sad you are among people as if in the desert. And you are alone in the whole world as lonely poppy on the ridge. Oleksandr Oles
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