Poplar fuzz. And empty benches. The river draws its sadness, beneath my steps, dry twigs, they pop with the sound of autumn. And this inscription, see it there- the hearts carved in the bark, I touch them with a warm hand, but there is no spark anymore. A glass of rum. And a quiet song. The sofa is empty beside me, another beautiful autumn, in which I will be cold.
Good compositions.
thank you so much ;)
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