The autumn days

The autumn days


Attired in colours

slender beech trees flex

A leaf puff escapes with no rustle


The autumn days return

And bare their faces

To the misty sunshine


They preserve their permanence

with the oaks’ power

– the weak ones give in to gales


in persisting cold


they lose the leaves of summer


the autumn days torn out

from the torrent of time

they fall along the fate of trees



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