Fall translated by Ann Wood
It's autumn...And I don't like autumn at all,
because summer then goes away
and the laughter goes with it..
it's autumn
and rainy boulevards shine
the leaves drip sadly-
left breathless and heartless,
the orphaned trees
flutter smoothly
and stretch out their hands to nothing.
it's autumn
and I don't like autumn at all,
stole my summer sun
my soul has become a lonely berry
thrown out all alone in the cold…
Silvia Torosyan
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-09-02 at 00:14
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