286 Стефанова Олеся, Энгельс Our hands won`t meet together again You left me, I`ve never felt the same… Look at the birches, staying there Leaves`ve fallen down, it looks like blood rain… The pale autumn has stretched above us, The terrific one wouldn`t come at once And the grassy plain looks at the sky, Gloomy clouds, strong winds make me cry…
258 Балова Анна,Шахты You are leaving me, knitting your brows My fingers have dropped out of your hands I see the sad birches, spilling its leaves Like that Nature me gives The farewell greetings Even autumn is cold and pale feel sorry for me Understand how unlucky I am
283 Кучмаренко Лилия, Волгоград You dropped my fingers from your hands, You furrowed your eyebrows and left me. September makes the trees dance And the wind speaks mysterious language.
This autumn is marble as my blood, As your lips, as dawn or sunset. You closed the door. You closed my heart. I've lost breath as this autumn's lost flowers.
512 Грунтов Денис, Краснодар My fingers fall into your arms. you are going-you wrinkled the brows. Look as birches scatted Red leaves as rain of blood. autumn pale, autumn cold Spread into the sky on us From the barren horizons Plain breathing into the clear sky in the clouds
516, Прошина Виктория, Краснодар Like enough thou know'st thy estimate, Thou art too dear for my possessing. When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Summer's green all girded up in sheaves. The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard. Yet him for this my love no whit disdained, Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
289 Тян Елена, Энгельс You turned around, You went away. You weren’t aloud, But there was so much to say. You dropped my hand, Your look like a knife, And this event, Turned off my life. The pale autumn, The nasty rain … My blood and water, My love and pain…
231 Антонова Ольга, Полысаево My fingers dropped out of your hand, Leaving you frowned eyebrows, my friend. Look at the birches` leaves. They scattered red blood rain through all the trees Autumn is pale, autumn is cold Spread in heights over us lover the all. The fruitness plain breathers from the horizons In the clear firmament of cloud lines.
285 Романова Виктория, Энгельс My fingers fell out of your hand You became gloomy going away, Look, the birches threw leaves on the land They’re in blood and red rain. Autumn is frosty and autumn is sad High, very high is sunlight above us From horizons stretches a fruitless plain Breathes in firmness of clouds.
287 Андрианова Кристина, Энгельс My fingers have fallen from your hands, I can’t believe those our ends, You’ve gone frowning your eyebrows. Look as birches drop Their leaves in the blood rain. Autumn is pale, autumn is cold, It spreads for over the world From horizons the fruitless plain Breathes in the clear clouds’ firmness.
510,Лобов Денис, Мурманск My fingers out of your hand fell And you are frowned going to well. See how birches scattered the leaves As if they’re blood of autumn seas.
Autumn pale and autumn cold, Outstretched in height around us. So barren plain from the skyline Breathes in clear mist of clouds.
217, Ким Елена, лицей 9, Волгоград Crossing with me You are leaving. Red leaves of birches Are falling. Pale and cold autumn Is reigning. I see clouds And a barren plain.
291, Шиленко Юлия, 9 класс, гимназия №72 имени академика В.П. Глушко, Краснодар
My fingers have fallen out your hands You’re leaving, you knitted your brows Look! Birches have scattered Their lives as a rain of blood. Fall is pale, fall is cold Prone above us in the highs. Lonely plane from the skyline Is breathing of clouds in the clear sky.
234 Волжина Анастасия, Яровое My fingers dropped out of your hands. You leave me crying with melancholy. Even suffering birches threw off Foliage painting as pain in my sole, Autumn is pale, boring and cold, Spread in heights and covered us. From horizons plain fruitless Look as cloudsat naked soil.
Центр творческих инициатив «Snail» Дистанционный конкурс «Poetic Fantasy» 203,Чернышова Алёна, МОУ СОШ № 31, Белгород
My fingers from your hands have fallen down. You are leaving me with sorrow and frown. And the birches also look sad As if they were wounded so bad .
And the pale autumn, governess of nature, Looks with cold eyes into the future . Lifeless valleys, fields and pastures Breathe and gaze awaiting wonder.
You are going out I stand alone and look down I can't believe, it is the end Your eyes are so сold you are frowened But look around, you see The leaves have fallen down My life looks like big red sea Autumn's boring, autumn's cold Fruitless plains are very old They look at the clear sky and Think they can fly.
My fingers fall from your hands You leave me knited your brows Look, birches spilt leaves by blood rain Autumn is pale, autumn is cool Stretching at heights of us The barren plain breanhes To clear strong hold by clouds from horizons.
259 Сомова Татьяна, Тольятти Beautiful smile has gone from your face, You’re slipping away, losing my hand. Look at the road, which birches embrace, See the red carpet on sorrowful sand. The autumn is cold and very pale, Holding in the blue sky above. Look at the line where the plain sterile, Breathing to window-cloud enough.
260 Литвин Саша, Тольятти My hand has dropped out of your hand. You leave- being in anger Let's look, as birches scattered Leaves red a blood rain. Autumn is pale, autumn is cold, It Spreads in heights. From horizons plain fruitless Breathes in clear clouds.
261 Карицкий Виталий, Тольятти My fingers have dropped out of your hands. You leave- has frowned eyebrows Lets look , as birches scattereds Leaves red a rain bloods. Autumn pale, autumn cold, Spread in heights over us. From horizons fruitless don’t Breathes in clear clouds.
264 Шушарина Анастасия, Шеркалы Our hands are not together You seem to leave me forever; Wonderful birches fall their leaves They are blood reddish in their grief. Autumn is pale and cool It has heavy clouds, A beautiful nature’ tool; The plain is not fertile It is spreading for a mile.
266 Юдина Нина, Шеркалы Why your fingers are not in my hands And we are already not true friends? See, the birch-trees have fevers Among the rain of their falling leaves.
Oh, autumn pale! Oh, autumn cool! You stretch yourself under the Moon; You make the valley to be useless The sky not light and days not bright.
Why do you cry, dear, And your eyebrows are sad? Why do you stay here? Fall of leaves is red. I like this autumn It is so cold. I like this autumn My love returned!
248 Харитонова Евгения п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
You went from me I loved you. You went from me I kissed you. You went from me I was so cold. You went from me Autumn was gold. You went from me The rains were red. My heart was sad I lost my love.
250 Спиридонова Анастасия п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
I fingers have dropped out of your hands You leave-has frowned eyebrows. Look, as birches scattered Leaves red a blood rain Autumn pale, autumn cold, Spread in heights over us. From horizons the plain fretless Breathes in clear firm clouds.
251 Белослудцева Юлия п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
Please, don’t go away Autumn is my best season. Please, don’t go away The sky is clear on horizon. You are pale, you are cold. Looks like rain. You are not old, you are gold. Oh, my pain.
201 Гогулина Арьяна, Белгород My fingers fell out of your hands You went away – knitting your brows Look – how birches pour red leaves Like bloody shower near your house
Autumn is pale, autumn is cool Stretched in the height over us Till the horizon heaven are fool Of heavy clouds breathed by the grass.
208 Зенина Валерия, Белгород My fingens tell out your palms You're leaving me with kritted brows. Look birches pour red leaves Like bloody rain over my house. Autumn is cloudy cold and pale Stretched in the neight of the cky. Breathing of huge fruitless plain. Pises to heaven at night.
225 Баланова Ирина, Волхов My fingers dropped out of your hand. You leave knitting brows, my beautiful friend Look, as birches has scattered Red leaves like drops of your blood ….
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold, It’s spreading in heights. It is bold.
From horizons fruitless plain Breathes in clear skies. Autumn is coming. It’s all over us.
275, Лысова Кристина, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс Fingers fell down from arms. You are walking away – knitted one’s brows. Look! How scattered birches away Their leaves. It’s the rain of clouds. Autumn is pale. Autumn is cold. It has one’s head in the clouds. From skyline is the vain plane Respiring in the clear solid by clouds.
277, Борисова Полина, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс Every day was so wonderful And suddenly it’s hard to breath. Every day was so wonderful Only your presence helped me to live.
But September’s relieved by October. And today I can say: love is over.
Now my eyes are going to close And it seems the world is going to cry. Now the only answer I need Is of the question «why?».
But September’s relieved by October. And today I can say: love is over.
268, Зобнина Анна, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс My fingers dropped out your hands You frowned your eyebrows and left me. Now look how the leaves dance They are red like a blood rain, you see? She is pale and she is cold Spread in heights over us. Fruitless plain looks very old Breathes in pure white clouds.
271, Гречишкин Петр, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс My fingers have dropped out of your hands You leave – that me so sad makes Look, how birches were scattering leaves Like the blood which fast spills Autumn is cold, autumn is in pale colors Autumn beetle over us like high mountains From horizons the plain is empty like my heart There is nothing because all retired.
You don’t want to keep holding my hand You are leaving being very upset. Even nature feels your discontent. Autumn’s colours are fading, It has become very cold as without you The world looks empty and bored
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257 Емельянова Виктория,Шахты
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers feel your hands no more,
You`re leaving me – anger in eyes.
Don`t you see, for the trees it is such a chore
To lose leaves that are coloured of sunrise.
Autumn`s pale, autumn is cold,
Stretching arms up to the Heaven.
Fruitless plains seem to be very old,
They watch clouds, which to live, `re their leaven.
286 Стефанова Олеся, Энгельс
ОтветитьУдалитьOur hands won`t meet together again
You left me, I`ve never felt the same…
Look at the birches, staying there
Leaves`ve fallen down, it looks like blood rain…
The pale autumn has stretched above us,
The terrific one wouldn`t come at once
And the grassy plain looks at the sky,
Gloomy clouds, strong winds make me cry…
258 Балова Анна,Шахты
ОтветитьУдалитьYou are leaving me, knitting your brows
My fingers have dropped out of your hands
I see the sad birches, spilling its leaves
Like that Nature me gives
The farewell greetings
Even autumn is cold and pale feel sorry for me
Understand how unlucky I am
283 Кучмаренко Лилия, Волгоград
ОтветитьУдалитьYou dropped my fingers from your hands,
You furrowed your eyebrows and left me.
September makes the trees dance
And the wind speaks mysterious language.
This autumn is marble as my blood,
As your lips, as dawn or sunset.
You closed the door. You closed my heart.
I've lost breath as this autumn's lost flowers.
229 Синицына Марина, Апатиты
ОтветитьУдалитьAngrily you cast
My fingers and went away
Look! Birchers skatteres the ground
With the leaves red as blood rain
And we stand there with
White and cold autumn above us
Barren plain breath clouds
In and out to the hardness of the horisont.
512 Грунтов Денис, Краснодар
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fall into your arms.
you are going-you wrinkled the brows.
Look as birches scatted
Red leaves as rain of blood.
autumn pale, autumn cold
Spread into the sky on us
From the barren horizons
Plain breathing into the clear sky in the clouds
516, Прошина Виктория, Краснодар
ОтветитьУдалитьLike enough thou know'st thy estimate,
Thou art too dear for my possessing.
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Summer's green all girded up in sheaves.
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdained,
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
213 Зайцева Карина, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьYour hands. They slipped out of mine.
You were so angrily leaving.
Look at the birches you’ll find
They scatter their leaves as if bleeding.
Autumn is pale, autumn is bleak
Spreading so high above us.
On the horizon clouds breathe
Together with plains with no harvest.
290 Томашенцева Алёна, Энгельс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have fallen out from hand.
You’re leaving with brows frowned.
Look at the birches’ leaves, my friend,
As red blood drops on the ground.
Autumn is cold and autumn is pale,
Spreading over us in the sky.
Lying in the Heaven, the fruitless plain
Listens to my breath and my cry.
289 Тян Елена, Энгельс
ОтветитьУдалитьYou turned around,
You went away.
You weren’t aloud,
But there was so much to say.
You dropped my hand,
Your look like a knife,
And this event,
Turned off my life.
The pale autumn,
The nasty rain …
My blood and water,
My love and pain…
231 Антонова Ольга, Полысаево
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers dropped out of your hand,
Leaving you frowned eyebrows, my friend.
Look at the birches` leaves.
They scattered red blood rain through all the trees
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold
Spread in heights over us lover the all.
The fruitness plain breathers from the horizons
In the clear firmament of cloud lines.
232 Мазько Евгений, Полысаево
ОтветитьУдалитьFrom your hands my fingers fell
You go away frowned your brows well.
Look, as the birches scatered leaves,
Red rain of blood falls in my dreams.
Autumn is cold, autumn is pale
Stretched above us gives feelings the same.
From the horizons the barren plain
Breathes in cloudy sky again.
238,Никулина Антонина, Яровое
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers put your hands out.
Never will be my loving chance.
Look around. I spoke out.
The broken World turned up at once.
Endless sprinkle so cold and doubt
All bright things changed to dullness.
All life's joy glommed herself evil desert
Yellow foliage as whirling of time.
285 Романова Виктория, Энгельс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fell out of your hand
You became gloomy going away,
Look, the birches threw leaves on the land
They’re in blood and red rain.
Autumn is frosty and autumn is sad
High, very high is sunlight above us
From horizons stretches a fruitless plain
Breathes in firmness of clouds.
287 Андрианова Кристина, Энгельс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have fallen from your hands,
I can’t believe those our ends,
You’ve gone frowning your eyebrows.
Look as birches drop
Their leaves in the blood rain.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
It spreads for over the world
From horizons the fruitless plain
Breathes in the clear clouds’ firmness.
297, Копоть Александра, Москва
ОтветитьУдалитьMy hands don't feel your hands
I see my love is over.
It's a precipice between s
You can't wait any longer.
Autumn's cold, autumn's colourless
Streches over us in the height.
From the horizons plain lifeless
Breathes in bright firmament of cloud.
296, Кошкина Зинаида, Москва
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands.
You leave-has frowned eyebrows.
Look, as birches scattered
Leaves red a blood rain.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear firmament clouds.
228, Ромбальская Алена, Апатиты
ОтветитьУдалитьYou've frowened the eyebrows and
Throw my hand out of your hand.
Look! Birches leaves are falling
Like blood rain pears dropping.
The pale chilly autumn
Hangs above us in the sky.
Fruitless plain breades out clouds
Into the horizons hard, clear and dry.
280, Кинаш Анастасия Александровна, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy weak fingers are dropped from your hands.
You're leaving have knitted your brows.
Look, as birches have scattered on lands
Leaves as red as blood storm in the clouds.
Autumn's pale, autumn is cold,
Spread in heavens too high in the sky.
Barren plain that has given its gold
Gets a breathe in the clouds as utters a cry.
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ОтветитьУдалить230, Шабанов Игорь, Апатиты
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands.
You are leaving - have frowned eyebrows.
Look, as birches scattered
Leaves are red a blood rain.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear firmly clouds.
517, Снесарь Платон, гимназия 69, Барнаул
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers felt out of your hands.
You’re leaving me with grief.
Here, outside, some birches stand,
Make blood rain of red leaves.
Look, the autumn is pale and cold.
It longs high, up to the sky.
Cloud’s wonderful tales they’ve told
Are only wicked and beautiful lies.
263 Слинкин Михаил, Шеркалы
ОтветитьУдалитьYou frowned your brows
And let me stay alone
Like birches in autumn
Fall bloody leaves on their own.
Autumn is cold and pale
Is spreading high in the sky
As if it takes its vale
I don’t know why?
A fruitless plain from anywhere
Is giving breath by pure clouds
And vanishes into thin air.
510,Лобов Денис, Мурманск
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers out of your hand
fell
And you are frowned going
to well.
See how birches scattered the leaves
As if they’re blood of autumn seas.
Autumn pale and autumn cold,
Outstretched in height around us.
So barren plain from the skyline
Breathes in clear mist of clouds.
217, Ким Елена, лицей 9, Волгоград
ОтветитьУдалитьCrossing with me
You are leaving.
Red leaves of birches
Are falling.
Pale and cold autumn
Is reigning.
I see clouds
And a barren plain.
291, Шиленко Юлия, 9 класс, гимназия №72 имени академика В.П. Глушко, Краснодар
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have fallen out your hands
You’re leaving, you knitted your brows
Look! Birches have scattered
Their lives as a rain of blood.
Fall is pale, fall is cold
Prone above us in the highs.
Lonely plane from the skyline
Is breathing of clouds in the clear sky.
219, Тябина Дарья, лицей 9, Волгоград
ОтветитьУдалитьMine of a finger from your hands blurt out.
You leave – have frowned eyebrows.
See, as birches have scattered
Leave red a rain of blood.
Autumn pale, autumn cold,
Spread in shy above us.
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear firm clouds.
220, Муравьева Алина, лицей 9, Волгоград
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands
You have left-has frowned eyebrows
Look as birches have scattered
Leaves red as rain of blood
Autumn pale autumn cold
Open in height above us
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear firm clouds
234 Волжина Анастасия, Яровое
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers dropped out of your hands.
You leave me crying with melancholy.
Even suffering birches threw off
Foliage painting as pain in my sole,
Autumn is pale, boring and cold,
Spread in heights and covered us.
From horizons plain fruitless
Look as cloudsat naked soil.
Центр творческих инициатив «Snail»
ОтветитьУдалитьДистанционный конкурс «Poetic Fantasy»
203,Чернышова Алёна, МОУ СОШ № 31, Белгород
My fingers from your hands have fallen down.
You are leaving me with sorrow and frown.
And the birches also look sad
As if they were wounded so bad .
And the pale autumn, governess of nature,
Looks with cold eyes into the future .
Lifeless valleys, fields and pastures
Breathe and gaze awaiting wonder.
Центр творческих инициатив «Snail»
ОтветитьУдалитьДистанционный конкурс «Poetic Fantasy»
202, Харламов Кирилл, МОУ СОШ №31, Белгород
My fingers from your hands fell out,
You are frown - you are going away.
See, birches throw about
Red leaves like a blood spray.
Autumn is cold, autumn is pale,
It is in the sky over us.
From the horizon fruitless valley
Respire in the haven by clouds.
227, Бондарев Петр, Апатиты
ОтветитьУдалитьYou are going out
I stand alone and look down
I can't believe, it is the end
Your eyes are so сold you are frowened
But look around, you see
The leaves have fallen down
My life looks like big red sea
Autumn's boring, autumn's cold
Fruitless plains are very old
They look at the clear sky and
Think they can fly.
210 Лихачев Максим , Белгород СОШ 31
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fall from your hands
You leave me knited your brows
Look, birches spilt leaves by blood rain
Autumn is pale, autumn is cool
Stretching at heights of us
The barren plain breanhes
To clear strong hold by clouds from horizons.
212 Дейнеко Алина, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers slipped from your hands
You are leaving - frowning your forehead.
Look as the birches scatter
Their red leaves like bleeding.
Autumn is pale, autumn is rain
Overspareading in the sky above us.
From the horizon unfertile plain
Breathing by clouds into clear hardness.
259 Сомова Татьяна, Тольятти
ОтветитьУдалитьBeautiful smile has gone from your face,
You’re slipping away, losing my hand.
Look at the road, which birches embrace,
See the red carpet on sorrowful sand.
The autumn is cold and very pale,
Holding in the blue sky above.
Look at the line where the plain sterile,
Breathing to window-cloud enough.
260 Литвин Саша, Тольятти
ОтветитьУдалитьMy hand has dropped out of your hand.
You leave- being in anger
Let's look, as birches scattered
Leaves red a blood rain.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
It Spreads in heights.
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear clouds.
261 Карицкий Виталий, Тольятти
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands.
You leave- has frowned eyebrows
Lets look , as birches scattereds
Leaves red a rain bloods.
Autumn pale, autumn cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons fruitless don’t
Breathes in clear clouds.
264 Шушарина Анастасия, Шеркалы
ОтветитьУдалитьOur hands are not together
You seem to leave me forever;
Wonderful birches fall their leaves
They are blood reddish in their grief.
Autumn is pale and cool
It has heavy clouds,
A beautiful nature’ tool;
The plain is not fertile
It is spreading for a mile.
265 Смоленцева Татьяна, Шеркалы
ОтветитьУдалитьYou let my fingers slipped
And leave me frowning without any sound
The rain of bloody leaves of birches
Is falling on the ground.
Look, autumn is pale and cold
Is spreading in the Heavens
And lonely valley gives breath into the air
By pure clouds of theirs.
266 Юдина Нина, Шеркалы
ОтветитьУдалитьWhy your fingers are not in my hands
And we are already not true friends?
See, the birch-trees have fevers
Among the rain of their falling leaves.
Oh, autumn pale! Oh, autumn cool!
You stretch yourself under the Moon;
You make the valley to be useless
The sky not light and days not bright.
247 Ложкина Ксения п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
ОтветитьУдалитьWhy do you cry, dear,
And your eyebrows are sad?
Why do you stay here?
Fall of leaves is red.
I like this autumn
It is so cold.
I like this autumn
My love returned!
248 Харитонова Евгения п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
ОтветитьУдалитьYou went from me
I loved you.
You went from me
I kissed you.
You went from me
I was so cold.
You went from me
Autumn was gold.
You went from me
The rains were red.
My heart was sad
I lost my love.
250 Спиридонова Анастасия п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
ОтветитьУдалитьI fingers have dropped out of your hands
You leave-has frowned eyebrows.
Look, as birches scattered
Leaves red a blood rain
Autumn pale, autumn cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons the plain fretless
Breathes in clear firm clouds.
251 Белослудцева Юлия п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
ОтветитьУдалитьPlease, don’t go away
Autumn is my best season.
Please, don’t go away
The sky is clear on horizon.
You are pale, you are cold.
Looks like rain.
You are not old, you are gold.
Oh, my pain.
253 Дементьева Наталья п. Кез Удмуртская Республика
ОтветитьУдалитьYou said goodbye
Your eyebrows didn’t nice.
Red leaves said us bye-bye.
The birches shut its eyes.
Look! Fall of leaves!
Autumn is cold.
The sky is clear.
My mood is good.
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ОтветитьУдалить207, Рогозин Илья, шк.31 Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьOut of your hands my fingers fallen.
you are deleted with eyebrows sullen.
Look, as sheets purple from a birch
Downward fly the rain of blood on earth.
An autumn is cold, an autumn is angry,
Distributed above us highly.
In misty distance a sterile plain
Breathes clouds in the world clean.
201 Гогулина Арьяна, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fell out of your hands
You went away – knitting your brows
Look – how birches pour red leaves
Like bloody shower near your house
Autumn is pale, autumn is cool
Stretched in the height over us
Till the horizon heaven are fool
Of heavy clouds breathed by the grass.
206 Лежнева Дарья, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers slip out of your palms.
You`re leving me with knitted brows.
Look how birches pour red leaves
Like bloody rain over my house.
Autumn is cloudy, cold and pale.
Stretched in the height of the sky.
Breathing of hude fruitless plain
Rises to heavin at night.
208 Зенина Валерия, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingens tell out your palms
You're leaving me with kritted brows. Look birches pour red leaves
Like bloody rain over my house. Autumn is cloudy cold and pale
Stretched in the neight of the cky. Breathing of huge fruitless plain. Pises to heaven at night.
225 Баланова Ирина, Волхов
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers dropped out of your hand.
You leave knitting brows, my beautiful friend
Look, as birches has scattered
Red leaves like drops of your blood ….
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
It’s spreading in heights. It is bold.
From horizons fruitless plain
Breathes in clear skies.
Autumn is coming. It’s all over us.
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ОтветитьУдалить504, Данилова Анастасия, Москва
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fell out of your hand
You are going frowned.
Look, how birches scattered
Red leaves like blood rain.
Autumn is cold, autumn`s disgust
And spread in the blue sky above us.
Whatch the horizon from bare plain
In the clear firmament of lines.
221 Дружинина Дарья, с. Норовка Пензенской области
ОтветитьУдалитьYour hands don’t touch me again.
This wound moves me to tears.
It’s sad you go forever away.
I’m like a tree without its leaves.
Autumn is grey and cold.
All my life is a useless plain.
So it’s mood in my soul.
Your hands don’t touch me again.
272, Иванчина Татьяна, Гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьUsed to love but we don’t any more.
You are leaving me, knitted brows.
Look at birches either bleeding or
Mourning about us.
Cold and pale autumn spreads
In the heights over our heads.
Underfoot fruitless, far stretched plain
Breathes in sky by clouds, which there reign.
275, Лысова Кристина, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьFingers fell down from arms. You are walking away – knitted one’s brows.
Look! How scattered birches away Their leaves. It’s the rain of clouds.
Autumn is pale. Autumn is cold. It has one’s head in the clouds.
From skyline is the vain plane Respiring in the clear solid by clouds.
276, Казанцева Елизавета, гимназия №6, г.Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fallen out of your hands.
You leave me - make your eyebrows like house.
Look! The bindweeds leaves are spilling
Like red shower of bleeding.
This autumn is pale, this autumn is cold
In the height above us like all in the world.
From horizons
Plain breathers by clouds
In the beautiful clear skies.
277, Борисова Полина, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьEvery day was so wonderful
And suddenly it’s hard to breath.
Every day was so wonderful
Only your presence helped me to live.
But September’s relieved by October.
And today I can say: love is over.
Now my eyes are going to close
And it seems the world is going to cry.
Now the only answer I need
Is of the question «why?».
But September’s relieved by October.
And today I can say: love is over.
270, Костерин Алексей, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands.
You leave - has frowned eyebrows.
Look, as birches scattered
Leaves red a blood rain.
Autumn pale, autumn cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons the plain fruitless
Breathes in clear strong clouds.
267, Утемишева Мария, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers out of your hand fell.
You go away - frowning.
See, how birches scattered
Red leaves rain of blood.
Pale autumn, cold autumn,
Outstretched in a forced synthesis of us.
Horizons with barren plain
Breath in the clear firmament of clouds.
268, Зобнина Анна, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers dropped out your hands
You frowned your eyebrows and left me.
Now look how the leaves dance
They are red like a blood rain, you see?
She is pale and she is cold
Spread in heights over us.
Fruitless plain looks very old
Breathes in pure white clouds.
Назарова Блия, гимназия №6, г. Пенза
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers fell out of your hand.
You went away, frowning.
See, how birches scattered
Red leaves like rain of blood.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold,
Outstretched in the sky above us.
From horizons the barren plain
Is breathing with clouds into the clear sky.
271, Гречишкин Петр, гимназия №6, г. Пенза, 9 класс
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands
You leave – that me so sad makes
Look, how birches were scattering leaves
Like the blood which fast spills
Autumn is cold, autumn is in pale colors
Autumn beetle over us like high mountains
From horizons the plain is empty like my heart
There is nothing because all retired.
I don’t feel your hand and it’s scares me.
ОтветитьУдалитьYou leave me and I feel the pain
Just look, birch dropped her leaves,
And they are feeling the same.
Autumn is pale, autumn is cold.
Maybe you want it, but maybe you don’t.
Oh, just look how the barren plain
Breathes in the heights of the sky.
295, Лопес-Щербанина Бинисана
ОтветитьУдалитьYou don’t want to keep holding my hand
You are leaving being very upset.
Even nature feels your discontent.
Autumn’s colours are fading,
It has become very cold as without you
The world looks empty and bored
522, Тимофеева Валентина, Иркутск
ОтветитьУдалитьAutumn
My fingers out of your hand fell.
You are going - frowned.
See how birches scattered
Leaves red rain of blood.
Autumn pale, cold autumn
Stretched around above us.
And just around the barren plain
Breathing in the firmament clouds.
By Andrey Belyi
523, Рожина Юлия, Иркутск
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers have dropped out of your hands.
You leave-has frowned eyebrows.
Look, as birches scattered
Leaves red as a blood rain.
Autumn pale, autumn cold,
Spread in heights over us.
From horizons plain fruitless
Breathes in clear clouds.
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ОтветитьУдалить209,Пелещенко Валерия, Белгород
ОтветитьУдалитьMy fingers tell out of your palms
Yoy're leaving me with knitted brows
Look how birches pour red leaves
Like bloody rain over my house
Autumn is cloudy, cold and pale
Stretched in the height of the sky
Breathing of huge fruitless plain
Rises to heaven at night
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