The Last Page of Summer
The translation from Russian
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The last page of summer
We do not wait any more for September in August.
Bad, slushy weather writes the calendar behind a window.
The berries do not ripen; there is no sun.
The flowers do not blossom,
And the rain has washed all summer traces.
The past is already forgotten,
And the wind has carried away
the last page – like the letter of summer.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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