Tag: leaves
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Open Door
The wind suddenly threw open the door / and swept in a heap of leaves. / Sniffed, tugged at the curtain, / touched everything, stroked it with its breath, / and swiftly made its exit.
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With the Night
With the night my silky dreams dissolved. / With the night my quiet singing stopped. / With the day, my poem arrived swimming / on the storm with a fierce echoing sound.
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Autumn
Yakov (Dzhek) Gordon The sky today is a radiantpale blueand lamb-cloud white.The sun is smilingits last, sorrowful smile.