It's Almost Winter - Poem by Liza Sud
It's almost winter... But the birches
don't want to hear this, it seems.
And with gold hair quietly drop the tears,
And blame first snow and rain in noise of wind -
not a long time is left for them to show off
and to be flaunting there in golden dress.
And what tomorrow will be falling -
is not the snow, but the last Leaf from them.
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