Summer dreams, going to fall of the leaves,
Yellow and reddish brown - missing bygones;
Harvesting in thoughts, what loneliness grieves,
For all colors on earth soon in grayness dawns.
The trees are now lonely - branches near bare,
And winter breezes tunes from wintry tales;
Dampness with the dark will soon be aware,
With frosty footsteps, into the snowy trails.
More and more each day, earth's shadow grows high,
And soon silver stars from the sky will fall;
For a moment gentle love songs we sigh,
Before lonely themes from somber thoughts call.
Autumn - lay your roads in golden imbue,
For long still, the summer's green - lives in you.
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