The sky is gray, the birds are not singing,
the sun is not warming, the pond is freezing,
He was covered with a thin crust of ice,
The autumn blues overcame everyone.
Light and fluffy snow is flying by,
Autumn continues her hurried escape.
The body gets used to winter slowly,
We found ourselves in the stern of life.
February, 2018.
Autumn melancholy
© Copyright: Вологодский Сергей, 2018
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