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Weather transformation

If bitter herbs sigh in the tea

and shake the red maple shirt,

comes time for bitterness, coming frost doubtless

and the heart of summer is still bleeding.

In the circle of cold wet rocks

flexible reflection descends cherished expected.

And his tender hands end with dragon’s claws,

and the heart of summer is still burning.

With clarified in hidden from smile lines

everyone stacks a fire, looks for matches.

Frost glows blue, frostbite enters the forests,

and the heart of summer is still beating.

On the fog across the dark milky sea

come back from somewhere, lie to me forever.

And bring a matte apple from afar

and the heart of summer will not stop.

These are the verses of a song I think of at that time – the transition between autumn and winter.


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Written by Georgi Tsachev

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