Autumn
The signs scream in color gray,
autumn warnings in cold wind
dead leaves exposed in scars
new season comes, shiver brings ...
Landscape dressed as a wake
hides joy and shows sadness
it seems that here is purgatory
not holy land of mother nature ...
But flowers look to victory
flowering fields and orchards
burn the bitterness with glory
And life reborn and erects altars
to the natural triumph of renewal.
elder turns fresh magic, annual ...!
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