Summer ended suddenly
as if he was not
and in the steps of the rain I read
triumph.
Soft step dull
he erases what was
worried and beckoned into the distance,
it's a pity,
that come true as before
not given again hope
it's a pity.
It paints autumn for boredom,
paints leaves in the color of separation
and the sounds of cranes are dropped from heaven,
keep action, as on parade
and I want to look at them
Bored off for the sake of the land.
Something early now wind
Leaves leads round dance
and blacked out by tears
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