Autumn by Valeri Petrov translate by Ann Wood
Oh, how nice it is! The leaves are allas if from a waterblock:
see, the ashes that are all in flame red,
pray to the beech: "Give me yellow! -
and the yellow beech replies: "Agree,
but give me first red from the clear!
And so are the colorful and colorful all,
that there are not enough dishes in the dots,
what dishes! - our tongue even
he can not utter words in the end
how nice!...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-10-23 at 18:10
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