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

inaudible

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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