My shadow moves across the fresh grass
  over the flowers.
This is not Koktebel.
  It's Moscow.


How beautiful our yard has become!
  The sweet briar is blooming high.
My shadow moves across the ground...
  Imperceptibly it will pass into Eternal Life...






May 22, 2019

translated by me from my poem "Моя тень движется"

http://lit.lib.ru/s/slobodkina_o/myshadowdoc.shtml