Turns a wind
leaves tired.
Turns autumn
sad days.
Female summer pleasures small.
To the empty garden be similar...
Why I do not know grief?
And in opinion of your light
the answer.
As it is strong now,
as in the beginning,
I am heated your love with light.
And the fidelity completely.
To me again the youth is given
by you.
" What to do with this Youth? "
The angel from height dares.
And time again grants a delay,
Swinging a wise head,
And the youth deduces a line:
" Your love always with you! "
autumn
© Copyright: Нина Первушина, 2005
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