Yosef Latman
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AUTUMN PICTURE
Evening having blew of freshness. And the light wind
In the twilight on tiptoe crossed the threshold, and come in.
Has played with the portiere , rocking the curtain, and ,
Little tired, he, minion, as a child, fell asleep.
Are dreaming him: in field the modest, early flowers,
To night - the darkened, with yellowness, bushes, -
like an emeralds chain,
And gentle bridle of knitted cobweb's,
And droplets of the first spring rain.
Waking up - touches the petals by cold
(By order of the fall, contrary to summer in garb of gold).
If the sun in a rage will blinding his eyes,
Him will be hidden, the insolent child, by sky's turquoise.
November 2019
Autumn picture
© Copyright: Иосиф Латман, 2019
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