The Season of Autumn Rain
The season of autumn rains arrives;
The leaves, they cloak the world around.
And solitude its rites revives,
A bass’s chord is still a fugue's sound.
The empty stage, the puritan’s reign;
In rainy dusk, it rises once more.
The cold park, the folly of constant pain,
Mourning love that was lost before.
The thunder rolls in waves, confused,
The lightning flashes like a tear.
No embraces now, the lovers used
By parting—pain’s not looking near.
Time laments, its motion slow,
The courage of emotions stripped, laid bare.
With frozen lips they wait for moments to show,
And whispers cut the heart—just be there...
The Season of Autumn Rain
© Copyright: Владимир Воробьев -Абаденский, 2025
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