September. What do you think it is?
Is it like time of working day by day?
It’s not like time, it’s only peace of place,
It’s rather small and dreamy, I should say.
It is September. You can be here alone,
Then you will be surrounded by amber,
You’ll fill a cup of tea with cinnamon
and take a breath of our new September.
september
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