1st of autumn
Time flies fast like waterfall.
Even trees faster and faster
Dress themselves in rainy gold.
7 days to birthday's morn:
God, it seems so close and far!
Hope I wouldn't be forlorn
And won't get another scar;)
Presents, childhood, sense of birth...
Seems so far and so close.
But, instead, the adult life
Makes its own unchildish flight,
And the beauties of the day
Step down, problems in their place.
Oh, I wish I were a child
With the smile and eyes so bright!
I can't feel what I used to -
And there's nothing yet to do.
Maybe at one autumn day
Someone takes me far away
Where we will learn to swim
Into childhood memory...
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