Autumn
The summer flied, having stretched wings,
The summer shouted, liking.
The summer did not know, that means bessile
Also did not spare itself.
The sky for some days has turned grey,
The lightning has burnt the earth,
The cold was got also by soul has become empty,
Has frozen together, has surrendered, has become obsolete.
The autumn sat, having lifted a collar,
The autumn was silent, grieving.
The autumn wanted vsevlastja and forces
But did not change itself.
It is a pity, there will not come after autumn summer -
The autumn will die, having turned yellow.
The youth will not replace an old age
And light to me not to find, having turned grey.
1993
22.04.2007 17:38 This delightful poem, is possible it to me it was pleasant, because this poem is closer to me from all read, it is closer under the maintenance, on me. Thanks that there is a person who is able and write such poems.
 Ahmatova Patja
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Under building of a cottage, the house, minihotel.
Also we can offer a real estate wide range (houses, cottages, ellingi, hotels) on peninsula Crimea, imeetsja 1ая and 2ая to a line.
There are offers for serious investors. Email for communication op@pmrol.info
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