It’s Autumn. Look, its time has come.
It’s time of illusions masking love traps.
It’s time of malicious personal scams.
Soon pumpkins from pies will become lamps.
But in the meantime, crazy gaiety hides
Behind the curtain of polite remarks.
The air is soft, but the wind in the eyes
Is brining already the challenge of sparks.
No indefinite articles. Autumn
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