On days when the sky is partly cloudy

I have not yet seen the film.

the Hermitage's art treasures

or Leningrad's Winter Palace,

not the collections of the Louvre, not the

The Musée d'Art Moderne in Paris is a museum dedicated to modern art.

Yet I've never seen the sun set.

over the Night of the Horse

On days when the sky is partly cloudy,

the sky sticks out in the evening

the splendour of an oriental fairytale:

Ultramarine, sinober, ocher, and gold, to name a few.

all of God's palette's colours

In a supernatural melody, the tones blend together.

west via misty, reflective woods

It's weird to consider that

behind this opulent skyline

There are only veiled pine ridges, puddles, and a few scattered trees.

Inwards, there are huge black marshes.

where my barefoot childhood memories

glisten like woodland violets

around the Weli Lake's shores

Oh, yes, - you have a beautiful dream,

My nation is in dire straits. You take a step forward.

the earth's darkness, the murmuring

the melancholy of

You are surrounded by roads, plums, and birdsong.

all should be seen in the light of legend

into the ether

Many thanks to @belenguerra for the nice contest.