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Poetry · Reflection

ANNA AKHMATOVA

24 January 2015

You will hear thunder and remember me,

And think: she wanted storms. The rim

Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,

And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”

― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

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