A lonely leaf flew in the air,
It waltzed with gallant Autumn Wind
With tender passion, and I hardly dared
To breathe the charming freshness in.
I stood enchanted by that magic
And couldn't move, and couldn't sigh...
It wasn't pompous, wasn't tragic,
But simple, marvellous and light.
I can't explain, but only call
That fragile perfectness divine.
It is the treasure of the world
That will remain for ever mine.
Autumn Waltz
© Copyright: Юлия Эбервейн, 2008
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