  Windy evening of autumn, By the grey-green swirling river, People are resting like still boats Tugging uneasily at their cramped chains. Some are moving slowly Like the easy winds: Brown-blue, dull-green, the villages in the distance Sleep on the banks of the river: The waters sullenly clash and murmur. The chatter of the passersby, Is dulled beneath the grey unquiet sky. |
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