Autumn and Honey fungus

in #photography3 years ago


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The sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
Shorter became the day,
Forests mysterious shadow
Naked with a sad noise.
Fog went to the fields,
The geese of the screaming caravan
I went to the south: I was approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was November at the yard.

Writer : Alexander Pushkin

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@debirs nice poem man keep it up

Thank you! I love Alexander Pushkin. It is great writer.

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