Leaves fall down slowly, quickly life advances;
Autumn is approaching and it takes its chances.
The wind roughly rushes leaves without rest,
It is drizzling now, it makes us depressed.
Dark long nights cast on us light romantic spell,
All past dreams again are remembered well.
Flies between the panes in the cold die,
Soon, oh soon in air, snowflakes will fly.
With some morning frost, early film of gray,
Silently and quietly flowers will stay.
Drops on glass and tears will not join. Never!
Autumn in some souls seems to last forever.
06.08.02
Autumn
© Copyright: Ник Ван Лубен, 2002
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