The autumn day couldn’t stop the noisy rain.
The heaven’s tears were falling on the earth.
A town breathed, creating swirling veil.
It hid the moon’s amazing sickle birth.
Cold wind wiped tears away with airy cloth
from yellow windows of the wet sad homes.
It left a water narrow sparkling combes
on clear glass, which looked like real slots.
The heaven wrapped the town in grey scarfs,
trying to hide from the annoying cold.
Bowed narrow streets had hushed before the night.
Just rare passerby disturbed the autumn woe.
by Thea Ariss 22.10.2024
The autumn woe
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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