Wind tore the birch'es dress
So cold at the autumn rains ...
"Warm me" - I hear - "passer-by,
Hug and with me - cry.
Let's recall bygone youth
Crimson skies at the dawn ...
Remember how I kissed you,
And where it all has gone..." -
Like adhered by sorrow to birch,
I embraced her with such a gloom -
With you we are like friends, my girl -
For my happiness wind stole too.
A birch
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2012
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