No need to breeze.
So cold to stay.
The falling leaves –
Like golden clay.
The falling dreams –
They smell so strange.
The autumn screams,
And spirit changed.
And sun is weak,
And clouds are grey.
I’m like a twin –
I feel no say.
The falling leaves
Are leaving pain.
The falling dreams –
And nothing gained.
Autumn melody
© Copyright: Николаева Анна Валентиновна, 2009
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