All the mixed colors and fall,
First degree the essence of the day
The gold sometimes brings,
On this day, the yellow leaves of September!
In this day migratory birds
Shouted anxious,
They are again meant to raspustitsya,
With the family nest in September!
And I like September recalled
Yellowed like gold sometimes
Left and youth once,
Forever goodbye to me!
This fall we say farewell,
This autumn the laps,
Like round of life outgoing,
Whirl our lives sometimes!
Last September
© Copyright: Анатолий Шанин 2, 2016
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