One more sad day from incomplete grey autumn.
Annoying greyish mist wraps cheerless watered trees.
Grey rain has burst the inky sky with sorrow.
Small shimmering fast drops are falling like one’s tears.
The rain is dashing. Real autumn weather
burst into a sad town. There are not dry things.
The autumn plays by fast raindrops adagio
on the last yellow leaves like on the piano keys.
The clear melody knocks into soul,
reviving tender feelings from the childhood days.
The once affable world is now too hollow
without native people, which had gone away…
by Thea Ariss
29.10.2024
The rain is dashing. The Sketch
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