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A Year of Poetry – Day 331

Waves roll in columns on their usual route – 
    Splashing and humming, they run; 
People, too, stride in a lousy crowd – 
    Every one trails everyone.     
Waves favor cold of their slavery more
    Than heat of midday sunny rays,
People take care of their souls… But lo! – 
    Their souls are colder than waves!              

-- Mikhail Lermentov, Waves and People
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