Showing posts with label AUTUMN IN RUSSIA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AUTUMN IN RUSSIA. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Autumn in Russia - a poem by Liz Krasilnikova, a student from St. Petersburg
An Autumn Forest
Evening crawls to the forest,
A smell of moss,
A smell of smoke,
A smell of the the gone day,
A smell of burning wood,
A smell of trees with yellow-red leaves.
A heat of bonfire,
A sound of leaves coming down,
A smell of autumn,
A smell and sounds of freedom.
Evening crawls to the forest,
A smell of moss,
A smell of smoke,
A smell of the the gone day,
A smell of burning wood,
A smell of trees with yellow-red leaves.
A heat of bonfire,
A sound of leaves coming down,
A smell of autumn,
A smell and sounds of freedom.
Autumn in Russia - a poem by Liz Pavlova, a student from St. Petersburg
Late autumn
A sudden sound of ringing phone,
Darkness behind the window.
A cat wrapped in her fluffy tail,
A smell of coffee from the kitchen.
A road covered with ice,
Shadows of naked trees,
A sound of cars passing by,
A sound of whistling wind.
A feeling of being alone,
Autumn dreams, autumn’s first snow…
A sudden sound of ringing phone,
Darkness behind the window.
A cat wrapped in her fluffy tail,
A smell of coffee from the kitchen.
A road covered with ice,
Shadows of naked trees,
A sound of cars passing by,
A sound of whistling wind.
A feeling of being alone,
Autumn dreams, autumn’s first snow…
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