Russian versions: http://www.stihi.ru/2011/12/02/7523
A carpet made of golden patches
Is slipping smoothly to the river
And its luxuriant splendour matches
With vagabonds' hole-ridden slippers
The nature's charm in wealth of colour
In sharpness pleasing to the eye
Of all proportions goes out
The capability of mind
But some just try to jostle all into
The pipes, all these... How poor their mind:
Has billions in paper pieces
And so blind.
golden patches
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