Winter
Богдан Александрович Гурьев
Grey clouds rushed away
Beyond the far horizon,
And Zimushka courtesy of all
& nbsp;on the street calling.
With semi-precious lights
& nbsp;wavy snows,
And the feathers of angels
there are clouds in the sky.
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Богдан Александрович Гурьев
, 2020
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