What if fate comes to me here?
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
To an autumn day,
To a sunny day,
The gold of the forest,
The garden is still in bloom...
Lonely
Around
Lonely,
Asters and chrysanthemums,
The scent of loneliness...
The sun's gold doesn't warm,
It barely breathes warmth...
Like hope,
Suddenly here...
To me
fate
Will it come?
The apples are falling — they didn’t wait for it.
The owner’s worries...
The air is fresh.
A fresh breeze...
So autumn.
I want to fly away...
Having shed the years!
What if fate comes to me here?
© Copyright: Фёдоров Сергей Фёдорович, 2026
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