I have warned you.
It has gotten autumn and
the leaves are running through us
and the wind is disturbing the silence in the valleys.
The looks are dead.
I have warned you.
Only a bit
and my word is freezing in sigh.
I have warned you...
There is wind.
I have told you that at the first word...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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