Indian summer softly whisper rain. Robert Burns!
Little sun is brightly crept between bare cherries
And the Rowan arched in purple mature berries
Golden Indian summer softly whispers rain
And my heart with passion suffer from the pain
And the elder autumn going for a walk
charming weeping willow is starting the talk
Pear trees are gloomy and dream about spring
And they stretch for grass with painful sufferings
white birch keeping silence in autumn's leaf fall
drops fall like the hammer in my singing soul
wherever I wandered wherever I went
I still love my darling as my motherland
green pine like a mature funny tiny girl
not afraid of rainstorm not afraid at all
waving to the sky and doing nothing fly
soon it will be winter all in snowstorm white
I will go to park have a stroll with honey
and I will hug her tight as my own mummy
I wrote this poem inspired by poetry of Robert Burns.
Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, Robden of Solway Firth, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.
And the Rowan arched in purple mature berries
Golden Indian summer softly whispers rain
And my heart with passion suffer from the pain
And the elder autumn going for a walk
charming weeping willow is starting the talk
Pear trees are gloomy and dream about spring
And they stretch for grass with painful sufferings
white birch keeping silence in autumn's leaf fall
drops fall like the hammer in my singing soul
wherever I wandered wherever I went
I still love my darling as my motherland
green pine like a mature funny tiny girl
not afraid of rainstorm not afraid at all
waving to the sky and doing nothing fly
soon it will be winter all in snowstorm white
I will go to park have a stroll with honey
and I will hug her tight as my own mummy
I wrote this poem inspired by poetry of Robert Burns.
Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) (also known as Rabbie Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, Robden of Solway Firth, the Bard of Ayrshire and in Scotland as simply The Bard) was a Scottish poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a "light" Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these his political or civil commentary is often at its most blunt.
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