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Слушать(AI)Ptah
All the trades flourish
In my world -
For pottery and linen
I will always find place,
And enormous temples arise
When architects inspired by me
Are about to create.
My hands bring blessings
To every household,
And a household name I am for them.
The crafts are full of wisdom
And people display gratitude
To my keen and practical mind
Which shines
Like patterns of constellations.
Источник: https://poembook.ru/poem/2738667
Марина
My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings.
It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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