Rain wet broom clean…

Rain wet broom clean
Willow manure on meadows.
Plyuysya, wind, armfuls of leaves,
I am the same, like you, bully.

I like, when the blue thickets,
As with the heavy gait oxen,
My life, foliage wheezing,
Knees Mara trunks.

Here it is, my flock ginger!
Who could sing it better?
I see, see, like the twilight lick
Traces of a human leg.

Then see, as maple carelessly
It goes to the glass marshes
And klenenochek small uterus
Wooden udder sucks.

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