It is October by Ann WoodIt's October. And I'm getting gold now.
In the embrace of autumn I am silent.
My wind dances in a rainfall.
A sunbeam, an occasional smile ...
And I know I still have time.
The cold? I'll forget it by the door.
From my days I will take hope.
From the nights - I will take the silence ...
And again I will be so different.
Both yellow and orange-red.
The world is as colorful as love,
and every fall is looking at me ...
Through the sun, the day is brand new.
And the wind? Dancing the joy.
October becomes Love!
When kissed by a woman.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2017-10-03 at 13:31
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