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A voice singing lullaby

You sitting by the window
Copy poems with great care.
As I pass accidentally
Watch you dazed as in a dream.

So skilled your calligraphic hand 
Floats pen on paper surface.
An unknown sense of poetry
Shines within your blinking eyes.

Window takes the colour green
Your shirt is a canary shade.
Little bird is flying by
And sings with sweetest voice.

Weather mourns autumnally.
Yellowed leaves of trees.
Regret of summer still remained
No voice sings lullaby.






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