This autumn is unbearable:
dullness of paints depresses.
Dark evenings last too endlessly,
hours long measure paces.
There is the wish to clear up
blackness with bright eraser.
There is the wish to squeeze the sun
tightly to warm cold hands up.
Where is the end of dirtiness?
Where is the end of problems?
Autumn proves hardly copyrights
on its dull paintings, crying.
by Thea Ariss
29.10.2025
Autumn copyrights
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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