Autumn-painter conjures again over the town.
Parks and squares glow gold in the sun.
How nice to take a walk through this town,
Where on the boulevards the autumnal leaves fall down.
And you're far from here -
Where the snowstorms are already flying.
And it's not easy to come back
Here, where the years have flown by.
I'll put an autumnal leaf
In the envelope, smelling of rain.
Autumn will colorize without you
The trees in your town.
Autumnal leaves whirl in dance over the town.
Cranes sing the farewell song in the sky.
Without you the autumn gets bored in this big town,
And the wind blows the clouds-ships to you.
Autumn
© Copyright: Антониа Ирина Голь, 2017
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