Indian summer is called
A thoughtful smile of September.
It looks like liquified gold
Is shed to your heart to remember.
It sounds like whisper of leaves
Whose life was so bright but short,
It tastes like a yummy piece
Of an apple-pie while it's hot.
It smells like smoke of a train
When you're seeing off your friend.
It feels like a sweet pain,
Impossible to forget.
Indian summer is above
Anything that you love.
Indian Summer
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Indian summer is a wonderful period of the year. I wish it never ended.
Михаил Демиан 27.09.2015 15:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Михаил Демиан 27.09.2015 15:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Especially this one. It's too wonderful to be true.
Князева Надежда 28.09.2015 10:25 Заявить о нарушении
Князева Надежда 28.09.2015 10:25 Заявить о нарушении