Canadian maples turn yellow in Moscow,
Can – linden – who;x sort out?
There are open crowns in their winds,
Barefoot autumn will timidly enter.
It is not your body that anoints time - the soul,
Embalming you in a dream,
To be drier every day,
And, winged, clung closer to the body.
Autumn mummification of the soul
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