I’m feeling, that the August dies,
I see these golden leafs of trees,
September says to me: “Don’t cry!”
I answer him: “Don’t worry, please!”
I know, that autumn changes my life
From love and dreams to other things
Like death, like God and every night
I hope that I’ll feel your breath.
Night silence came to me again,
I didn’t hear anything.
I am lonely now and only rain
Drops bitter tears on my skin.
04.09.2013 г.
I am feeling...
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