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End of autumn
The last stork flew off, majestic and forlorn,
Soaring over the snowy mountains at the break of day,
After tapping on the door with his sturdy beak,
Leaving his nest to the master's care and departing heavy
of heart.
No longer does the fateful bird comb the ploughed fields,
The furrows cut into the soil by mountain oxen,
No longer is the grey mouse heard scurrying over fallow
land,
In the barren brake the speckled snake is dead.
Beneath the icy wind, the hoary earth lies silent,
The north wind howls through the withered trees.
As the cold grips harder, a clever little wren
Chatters blithely over hedge and over sedge.
Oh, how graceful was the stork, how slender
and noble, Pacing slowly like a bridegroom
crowned! At his side, with radiant breast, the crane,
With measured step, eyes uplifted -played his bride!
E tmerrshme
Pėrgjigju Duke Cituar
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