Autumn was golden-haired,
Sad rains drizzle,
I meet a sunny morning,
Pugh its healing aroma.
Not even the wind rustles the vines,
Frozen clouds in the sky,
Like diamonds shone dew
Autumn was golden-haired,
Sad rains drizzle,
I meet a sunny morning,
Pugh its healing aroma.
Not even the wind rustles the vines,
Frozen clouds in the sky,
Like diamonds shone dew
Became like a mirror river.
.
Now the days are hot, as passion,
Will not come until next spring,
Ahead of the cold storm
And on a warm summer dreams Service.
But only until autumn gold,
No rain and even wind,
And on the ground sheet golden flies,
In longing soul settles.
Though winter is not far off,
Heaven in the summer, tall,
Sun Earth pampers gifts
In the early autumn days.
Everything in nature correctly and wisely,
Seasons move in a row,
I meet a sunny morning,
I feel the fragrance of life
Anatoly Bolutenko
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