Fall autumn mist,
Fell on the gold of the day
You don't miss native
I will not forget you!
Let's empty forests
Autumn let the paint change,
Only love always,
We forget not force!
Melts autumn amber,
To melt our soul,
Maybe in the past nectar?
We reserve the word!
Thin thoughts said,
In the souls they lay down,
Thrill your gave us,
Droplets of tender love.
Melt with you fogs,
Lips first honey bitter words,
Say about our novels
Reiterating the love!
Sonnets
© Copyright: Анатолий Шанин 2, 2016
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