Turned gray the sky, the birds don't sing,
It is covered with a thin crust of ice,
Defeated all the autumn mound.
Light and fluffy snow flies,
Autumn continues to slowly escape.
The body slowly gets used to the winter,
Proved we have life on stern.
February, 2018. Другие произведения автора:
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