Autumn is leaving the wood
Painting with rime on trees,
On her shoulders are wrinkled leaves.
The wind is waving good-bye,
And her hair is touching the sky.
She's carrying the empty nests,
And sometimes it rains aloft.
Flowers in her hands
Are soaked tarnished and soft.
Nothing troubles her, no violence,
She's leading her way to the glow.
A breath of winter silence
Is spread on the marble snow...
On the Way to Silence
© Copyright: Ларина Екатерина, 2004
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