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Autumn is creeping Through the accomplices rays The rain is reasoning
The heat shivers
The birds fly away Sorrowful pediments The Ice Symphony Summer kisses
The sweet warmth
Hides in the heart Wrapped up in tenderness Of an eternal promise
Of a new spring
In the eyes of a child.
B-ALL
Be different
Micha Christos
“Here is the season waning,
The shadow grows, the azure decreases, The wind freshens on the hill,
The bird shivers, the grass is cold... Little by little, summer is melting away. » Victor Hugo, Last Sheaf
Edito
©NICOLAS GUILLON
