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Poezie despre vara (in limba engleza)

Come, come, sweet summer
Let’s go to the field outside
To scour the valleys running,
Lands to roam.

Let water come to look like
Flocks to drink,
Of beech to discern
Line of oat.

Rustling forest green
Hearing him to caress me,
Tired and then fall
Down in the shade of a tree.

And let me be the field in flower
Sky blue covers,
Let me sleep in sweet singing
Trees shaken by the wind!

Poezie trimisa de Railenau Iustina.