Magic Of A Season
The leaves turn yellow
But they do not fall
The birds don't leave
They don't know where to go
North or South they don't know either
The river start not to flow
The sea has no waves to be seen
The surrounding so calm that no wind
It seems the world stop in one point
It happens in mid-August to mid-September.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
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