It is a fall by Ann Wood
It's autumn,and I don't like autumn at all,
because then summer goes away
and with it goes the laughter ...
It's autumn,
and rainy boulevards shine
the leaves fall slowly-
they became breathless and heartless
orphaned trees,
they tremble smoothly and reach for nothing.
It's autumn,
and I don't like autumn at all
stole my summer sun,
my soul has become a berry,
discarded - just in the cold ....
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-08-27 at 12:40
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