My Favourite Season - Poem by Elena Born
Autumn, you are versatile,
Put on my shoulders hands,
Whirling in waltz we're trying
Stay like old good friends.
Leaves, they're falling and falling,
Transparent in the sunrays,
Like my thoughts, that are whirling
And having lost their ways.
Probably... no mistake,
That we are not all in one,
Wounds will be licked by the autumn
Old and yellow tongue.
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