Author Anna Akhmatova Sunshine has filled the roomwith clear golden specks of dust.I woke up and remembered,dear, it was your birthday.But far beyond my windowssnow has covered the ground,And made me forget, so now to atone,I sleep without dreams. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments