I'd say some words about Autumn. The golden season. Nature's dream.
A glass is emptied up to the bottom. Good winter, Nature. Bye! Till spring…
You're so pretty after summer. With golden, sandy, copper trees.
With days, which still are bright and sunny. With Indian summer's melodies.
But soon you will put off your dresses. And beauty of your bareness
Will make us turn away our faces until you have your blanket, Miz.
Good night, Ms Nature. I love you.
I'll never say to you "adiue".
Autumnal sonnet
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