After Leaving Summer
How early the summer has disappeared!
Maybe blizzards stole it?
Trees wave branches desperately,
hoping to recapture summer.
How sad the ancient lantern is!
Maybe, it has recollected mild evenings?
The drunk wind gave a hug to the birch
and filled two more glasses with vodka.
How soon the bright sky has faded !
It has grown dull and grey,
because kisses by the sun are missing.
But, despite the autumn cool,
the birch under my window
continues to smile at both the wind, and rain.
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