Autumn has come,
Flowers dried up,
And they look sadly
Naked bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows,
Only green
Winter in the fields.
The cloud covers the sky,
The sun does not shine,
The wind howls in the field,
The rain drizzles ..
Water rustled
The rapid brook,
Birds flew away
In the warmer parts.
Writer : Alexey Pleshcheev
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