Oracular pines bent their own tired minsters
From questions of words and from terrible colds.
They fell into falls and they fell into winters,
They fell into secrets of people and worlds.
The cranes flew away with the bitter compassion,
Old women would howl their pitiful song.
But crimes should be punished without exception,-
Oh, Gretchen, I am unforgivably wrong.
The snow didn't thaw on the eyelish, it's happened.
The falling of leaves steals away our life.
Last secret of winter fell down and it's scattered,
And fell into Lethe desire of love...
The Winter Mood
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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