The way home

How warm and quiet, and it's already November,
The crows have already crowed about autumn.
I walk the path of life not by chance
And I don't know the way home blindly.

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( 01.11.2020)

This road to the house, to the house
I will always remember in my heart,
Even as a minute has been years,
I'll close my eyes and I'll be able to walk there.

And on the threshold again and father and mother
I will always be met there
And cherry blossoms and swallows.
No years will be able to erase.

(V. Davydova, 13.09.2008)