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@kimovna
The sky was already breathing autumn, The sun was already shining less often, The days were getting shorter, The mysterious canopy of the forests Were exposed with a sad noise, Fog was settling on the fields, A caravan of noisy geese Stretched itself to the south: a rather boring time was approaching; November was already at the yard.
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Stanislav
@panamer
The tone of the poem is somber and reflective, conveying a sense of sadness and nostalgia associated with the waning of the year.
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