Sarai
Said to me September:
"I brought you a guest."
I stood and observed,
On stage, saw ballet.
Looked at leaves,
Fall, fallen…
They carried a message:
"Best color is in death."
I smiled: "My honor,
Is having such a guest."
Wrote a song in silence:
"Welcome; Come closer,
You, autumn, or the Fall,
To my house, my Sarai."
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