Tape slim summer
Let go unnoticed
And it will fly the spiders.
You step into the alley
where the leaves turn yellow
And your steps will be easy.
There will begin to spin in a waltz
the Shadow of a leaf on the pavement,
Rustle under foot.
And wrap on the shoulders
taste of the birch tonight
tamoclannie border
Blood-bright rubies
will Melt the ash,
In the fingers of the bitterness will continue.
the Rustle of the colors of the dawn,
As chestnut castanets
don't forget. "what?" answer.
Liliya Yakovleva
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