. Yesterday



. Yesterday
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Yesterday’s stories
4 jan. 2019 om 16:34

Cleared the Blizzard,
Bent spruce
To the ground. Fright
The shutters creaked.

And the window snowflakes
Moths I,
Melt and tear
Down the glass pour.

A complaint to someone
The wind sends something
And raging fiercely:
Have not heard someone.

And snowflakes pack
All knocking on the window
And tears, Taya,
The glass is flowing.

© Sergei Yesenin

. Yesterday

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