It is fall
The trees get dry
They look like skeletons

The wind is cold
Wistling in a melancholic tone

Autumn seems static
As soon as the last leaves fall down

The mornings hide behind a thin cloud of fog
The days are mostly grouchy in mood

Fall carries the pain
Winter brings and keeps
The whole hardest season

Now the darkness grows faster
The silence of this time
Talks in a loud voice

Our eyes get mesmerized by the vibrant colors
It is like to be in a painting of a gifted artist
Everything is so beautiful
It is a dream we dont need to sleep to have
It happens in the consciousness of the mind
Touchable by the senses...


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