I hear the music play of rustling leaves,
A touch of the autumn is sliding on lips.
I’m standing here calm and mesmerized,
A silhouette of yours has blinked before my eyes.
Obedient clouds have nestled on trees,
Their veils are shivering in soft gentle breeze.
I cherish the autumn we spent here once
When leaves were circling with dreams in a dance.
Nostalgia
© Copyright: Ларина Екатерина, 2004
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