Еремеева Ирина

There is a graceful, secret charm in the brightness of autumn evenings A hazy, quiet shade of blue lies over earth that grieves alone And like the warning of approaching storms A sudden gust so cold, so restless, decline exhaustion Yet on all that gentle slum of withering remains When slightly gainsorised imp峙 environment he seems but In being acemok and disperator-earth To that fire sound Embr havoc is external熱 Congratulations, thanks