It is autumn by Ann Wood
It's autumn ...And I don't like autumn at all,
because summer then goes away,
and with it goes the laughter ..
It's autumn,
and rainy boulevards shine
leaves fall sadly
left breathless and heartless,
orphaned trees
tremble smoothly
and they reach out to nothing.
It's autumn,
and I don't like autumn at all,
stole - my summer sun,
my soul turned into a lonely berry,
thrown away only in the cold ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-09-02 at 03:47
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