This is August,of blue color silk
With a light haze of graying things.
It's a pity that summer's life so short,
And that autumn will greet us with drops,
Which are drizzling from morning till night,
Bringing tender occasional heats...
It's a pity that happens quickly and tight:
Sky in blue killed by explosive mist...
And sunset flames as a purple in tiers,
And by heavy,by burning long fires
Fireworks of the sparkling desire
Like a stars,one by one, it goes down...
It's a shame that eternity running forever,
Every day is a moment,instant of lost,
Thunderstorm is not loud as ever,
Gone quiet for a while as a ghost...
Universe with a man standing still.
Little breeze ran through overlook,
August will be forgotten in will,
Like a withered Lief in a book:
Will forever keep someone's fate
As a second that stops in the gate...
It s a shame that eternity never will stop
© Copyright: Стихи Любви-Павел Горбунов, 2023
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