Posted by: bogpan | юни 22, 2018

Autumn omen

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In a moment,
when and day
melt down,
and the sun fades away
in the fold of the mountain,
erupts quietly
autumn flame from
the fields,
where the crow
is only,
the fingers of plowing.

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