Winter is late,
Worry not my dear,
Let us see and enjoy
The colorful flowers
Of autumn here.
Water is clear
In our village river,
Paper-dolls are
Smiling, made by
Our Aisha, grand-daughter.
Still we have
Sufficient time
To go further
And study the nature.
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