《Poems》Hmla n.2

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Listy stromov trepocú sa

v studenom jesennom vetre;

mne sopeľ tečie z nosa

už keď prejdem dva metre.

Zima sa nám pomaly blíži,

o tretej poobede býva už tma;

môjmu mentálnemu zdraviu to blíži,

keď vždy ráno je hustá hmla.

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