Bare autumn outside is saying us nothing.
It`s silent and won`t ask us anything.
Last birds are flying southwards,
And in the last page we`ve written last words.
Thanks a lot to you, `cause you understand me.
You encounter me and forgive everything me.
I know that the sin I`m calling on myself,
But my sick soul I don`t want to conceal…
And falling down leaves, just like first teardrops.
And silently grieve sad and lonely roses.
And pity that nothing will happen at all.
And so would be likely again fall in love…
With a confident step I`m walking the edge,
Don`t remember grudges and forget fate punches.
But my life is getting shorter and shorter.
And more often pillow is crying in early…
And falling down leaves, just like first teardrops.
And silently grieve sad and lonely roses.
And pity that nothing will happen at all.
And so would be likely again fall in love…
Falling down leaves Dedication to T. F
© Copyright: Валентин Одоевский, 2020
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