Again autumn came.
That bluish tint hid?
Rain beads
Braided in the clouds?
A summer confession
Wind gusts
In limitless heights,
The vast latitudes?
Warm memories of summer
Where mental trembita
In the radiant motifs
Fleeting floods
Beckons the heart is open,
Hopes together
Over the distant mountains,
Opening the blinds
In the October fun?
Deciduous there gang
Rustle underfoot
Golden trails
Braiding steps
In the measured year.
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