My Golden Autumn - Poem by Almas Assylbekov
My golden autumn, drippy time...
It cries like a woman that's not mine.
It lies me that I will find
my love in a rainy time.
My golden autumn, farewell time...
Birds know they'll return and they're flying...
You'll not return, you'll not be mine.
You'll stay a woman of the rainy time.
My golden autumn, pensive time...
Leaves die, but leave us for a while.
I burn them, I erase your smile.
My golden autumn, change my mind.
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