Kisses of Autumn are her rainfalls and smoldering leaves
Bitter lament is her woebegone song
No more stories for now she will tell
Dressed in funeral black she is strolling in bliss
To end up in a wintery blizzard for long
Her last chance to bid us farewell
Kisses of Autumn
© Copyright: Аруна Нера Геллер-Шумилова, 2019
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