It knocks my window as a rhythm rain,
And rarely hits my door with yearning sounds,
With his long fingers,wind is coming down
To haunt the trees by blowing rounds and rounds.

Old pyramids,without no fruit in them,
The elder trees with tall and naked strains,
Are rising leafless branches to the clouds
For begging from the Autumn gloomy rains.

And "The Dark Lady" in a gray,long coat,
Stepping as a phantom among the trees,
A wave of faded leaves around she throws
By folds of her dark dusky dress of clouds.

The Autumn bury me in leaves so deep...
As in a coffin I lay down and sleep...

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Publicat de: Terius Anthony la data de: 07-03-2010, 7:37 am
Cuvinte cheie: Autumn | Sonnet

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