The Heatwave is Over
The heatwave is over, the skies are pale grey
The pouring rain hit the leaves
This morning provokes not to think, but to say
Something about the green trees
While they are still green, summer hasn’t yet gone
But there’s not much time left to hear
The hissing of summer rains, canaries song
With autumn it all disappears
And there will be new rains, much colder than this
Green leaves will turn yellow and brown
To be carried away with the wind from abyss
That lays the first snow on the ground.
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