Uma Lu (umedhre)

The sky was already breathing in autumn, The sun shone less often, The day was getting shorter Mysterious forest canopy With a sad noise she stripped herself, Fog lay over the fields, Noisy caravan of geese Stretched to the south: approaching Quite a boring time; It was already November outside the yard.

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