How difficult it's to reread my own words,
It sometimes seems so foolish some so clever,
And every time I think that never ever
I'll find myself in novadays the same.
As our thoughts and our feels can't be in autumn
The same ones we may feel in spring and youth,
So are our words: we can once more repeat it,
But never can repeated be our thoughts.
What a pity, you may say, it's not the news,
And everyone must go through thy youth,
And everyone must do thy choice in summer:
To stay in autumn or to go further or
Just think in autumn days about spring and youth.
But still I'd like to feel once more
My spring in soul and don't think about "or".
OR
© Copyright: Трофим Квн, 2013
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