Look at the leaves – they touch the ground:
Trees sighing in relief...
The autumn came! Just look around –
The summer has deceived.
It seemed the green would last a while,
But everything is gold...
My lips form an ironic smile –
Gold always rules the world.
The ignorance, like autumn wind,
Brings shivers down the spine...
But rays of sun give me a hint:
“I will return. In time.”
Autumn
© Copyright: Дина Светлая, 2010
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