Hails from the air,
That you can’t ignore –
That’s a part of the sound
That you’ve heard before.
A recall of you,
When it comes like woe,
Brings a feel that we're free
With a need for more.
Don’t believe in the words
Of delighted bint –
That’s a trace like a waft
Of the rustling wind.
Moving to flaring track,
That has dropped your soul,
Cast a glance, take new step
To the place above.
2009
Fragments from autumn song
© Copyright: Паренко Андрей, 2021
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