INDIAN SUMMERSo, once again, Indian summer – the arcsOf its mystique are quite resilient.Remembering summer without embellishment isJustified and clear to me.Tap on a watermelon – firm,Ripe and crimson – such moments are not rare,But can you carry that ber ❯❯❯
TREES1How the trees are charred,As frost has flown away.And visually there is no movement,But fine snow crunches everywhere.The trees stretch their branches,Intertwined quite tightlyTo the celestial blue, so that I do notForget that spring will come too.2S ❯❯❯
The well-worn path in the courtyardSeems to you like a stream flowing from the balcony.Snow has fallen, but just a little bit,November played its part in this fate.And its so dark in the morning – as if the nightHasnt ended, a long monologue continues.Sudd ❯❯❯
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