November. Keep heat
Вадим Золотарёв
When all golden leaves
Are under the knees.
No more songs of a birds.
There is only your voice.
All smells around dies.
November. You cry.
And feet getting wet.
Keep heat in your heart.
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Вадим Золотарёв
, 2020
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