Tonya Morozova, Jasmine Carter
un 10 citi
12
The scent of flowers in the air, leaves falling.
The world is asleep because winter will come.
The waves still rise on the chest of the steep river,
I look at it with dim eyes.
Can the blue of the sky ever be extinguished?
Can the birds lose the direction of the day?
Will this world ever lose people?
Can sink into deep darkness!
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