Autumn

Autumn. 
A long kiss from the sun.
Welcome to the woods crowned with a remnant of greenery
Welcome to the last beautiful days of summer.
Autumn
In his hands, the green color trembles with fear
Foliage turns yellow on tree branches. 
Autumn
Very slowly, it makes summer die.
Under his deep footsteps, our hearts tremble;
Under his noisy footsteps, the roses fly away,
Shaken by thousands of birds, the trees tremble.
it's the right season
A season to discover yourself
A season to start again
On a blank canvas. 
On cold mornings, the weather is shrouded in mist;
The wind swirls around the necks of the blue pigeons.
When the mirrors creak in the colors of the night,
Announcing the storm at the bottom of the inkwells,
A tear of rain turns into boredom
Of a life that ends at the end of summer.
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