A Little Bird
by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
I gladly free a little birdie
At celebration of the spring.
I’m now free for consolation,
And thankful to almighty Lord:
At least, to one of his creations
I’ve given freedom in this world!
Beautiful poem…thank you for sharing! ❤️
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