Golden Autumn

Shades of autumn with a vibrant palette,
Golden whirlwinds spinning through the air.
Lady Autumn in her crimson garment,
She stirs the poets, whispers everywhere.

Golden autumn, softly calling,
Memory’s river, wide and free.
Every leaf that’s gently falling
Holds a dream, a part of me.

Golden fields are wrapped in a shawl,
Morning fog embraces the dew.
With the first cold winds comes sorrow’s call,
And the trace of warm days will soon fade from view.

Brushstrokes scattered in amber light,
Each one painted with gentle sadness.
Artists capture the fading sight,
Autumn’s fleeting, fragile gladness.

Golden autumn, softly calling,
Memory’s river, wide and free.
Every leaf that’s gently falling
Holds a dream, a part of me.

Rowan dresses in crimson flame,
Orange curls in the evening glow.
Nature smiles and calls her name,
Inspiration for poets to show.

And in silence, when the world is still,
Golden autumn whispers tender:
“Life is memory, boundless as seas,
A gift eternal, one to remember.”

Golden autumn, softly calling,
Memory’s river, wide and free.
Every leaf that’s gently falling
Holds a dream, a part of me.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/Js-WgHcWTV6ZTA


Song in Russian at the following link:

http://stihi.ru/2024/10/03/802