Falling leaves
Are drawing circles around me.
Autumn-thief can count its wins:
One, two, three.
Little change becomes a thunder
at calm sea.
At any age we can’t release
This fear.
A Parent cannot understand
The teenage needs.
The inside battle makes a wise man
Out of a kid.
Old trends
Always will remind us about the
Old ways
That we tried to fake our lives.
Old friends
Fade away in the crowd,
Old friends
Will be our price.
the new-old syndrome
© Copyright: Дарья Сорина, 2012
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