Water falls quietly from the sky
into the cooling earth from july...
And in this majestic violet silence
pattern on each of leaves like
pray once...
For in the turmoil it cannot inspire us...
Oh, how beautiful they are, autumn petals...
The last bright flashes before cool metals...
We read bizarre rhymes in their veins -
are the lines of outgoing sorceress, her gains,
what has scattered our fears and reins...
Because even more nice ahead -
clean white sheet of new hopes to lead
of new sparkling and romantic days,
framed by snowy magnificent blaze...
,,,
Autumn Veins
© Copyright: Марина Нота, 2023
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