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Moral rhymes [Apolog]
The sower let the seeds to fall down to the ground
And some by storm were taken to feed the birds around,
Some on the barren rocks died quickly when they fell
And some arrived in high grass, which all of them would quell,
But those which stayed in furrow repaid him hundredfold.
To sow it is a duty...
This surely I can hold.
poem
by
Alexandru Macedonski
, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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