The day the sun is going dark,
Red leaves were flying down,
When winds are biting like a shark
Through that grey-yellow town.
Sad thoughts are coming to the head
While sitting on a bank.
Hey, look! The trees are almost dead!
And sky-high is just blank!
The nature falls in orange lights
The autumn brings the cold.
That windy moist October nights
Just like the legend told.
Great pain of memories is here,
And rubs the silence down.
Oh, please, give me morphine, dear,
Don’t worry, for only now.
Rain touches the ground, when it goes home,
And only heavy clouds,
Are looking on the streets of Rome
And hear that beating sounds.
The fall of summer is at Thursday
And winter waits at end.
And I’m thirsty, I’m thirsty
Of dreams of May we had.
Fall
© Copyright: Дорошко Владимир, 2011
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I'm sure that dreams are all inside
Inspite of season fresh..
When thoughts're like flowers in your mind
and streams of hopes splash..
Respectfully yours, Ola
Ольга Касаткина 2 04.09.2011 16:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Inspite of season fresh..
When thoughts're like flowers in your mind
and streams of hopes splash..
Respectfully yours, Ola
Ольга Касаткина 2 04.09.2011 16:27 • Заявить о нарушении