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[ After Open Window. Lilacs (1886) by Valentin Serov ] The wooden frame had seized In the winter cold and now gives Suddenly when shoved. The hinges creak and paint Flakes off the cracked wood. Cool air floods the room With the smell of lilac. Before the window the leaves Of a tree are shaking In a spring breeze. Leaning on the sill, broken sunlight Brushes across face and hands And the border between within And outside falls away. |
