Autumn! Autumn!You are so rich
And so kind for me and my hands.
All your treasures are reaching my lips,
All them coming from clouds to my hair.
How you wealthy to give me such tricks,
You so kind for giving despair,
Snowy brilliants are falling to cheeks,
Broken dearth is flowing with tears.
Autumn! Autumn! You are so rich,
Filling air of my disappearance.
Autumn
© Copyright: Tristesse, 2010
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