Стихотворение вот это: Память о солнце в сердце слабеет...
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The sun from the memory is slowly fading.
Dry is the grass.
The wind lets a few snowflakes early
From its grasp.
The water in streams stopped flowing freely,
Caught in its tracks.
I know that nothing will happen here--
Know for a fact!
I am looking up through the veil of a willow
Into the sky.
It’s probably best that I didn’t
Become your wife.
The sun from the memory is slowly fading.
What is it? Dark?
Well may be! The winter is soon descending
With luck.
(En-vee)
