Again autumn on a threshold,
Evenings now in calm,
Have departed, have departed,
Birds in distant gardens.
Rustle of leaves,
Wind sighs.
Again autumn on a threshold.
And where the summer has got to?
From a decline till a dawn
Bird`s singing, the rivers a murmur,
Excitement of petals.
All lakes have started missing,
Also there are no more warm dreams.
Only leaves on the road,
Yellowness of a grass.
As it is sad
To leave
With a summer
Eternally
young!
Autumn on a threshold
© Copyright: Анастасия Гештовт, 2010
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