Sunday, January 4, 2026

Bolshevism and Other Stories

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  1. Eulogy to the Sun:
    The sun shines bright upon my face
    The bird squawks once at the embrace
    Of light that touches everyone
    Regardless whether war or fun
    No cloud in sight, it shares its light
    A mystery of gentle might
    It shines through windows and on walls
    Its brightness cares not where it falls
    It lights the streets, and treetops too
    The flowers and faces, me and you.
    On Earth lit by our central star
    We pass by it, so near, so far

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