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The wind blows at the pediments And caress the first chestnuts
The air gently shivers
In the autumn light
Feverish leaves
Tremble in a subtle breath Before getting carried away By the dew drops
The fleeting rains
Grimacing in the sun
The hearth fire is already crackling And to its warmth invites us...
B-ALL
Be different
Micha Christos
“...The zephyrs descend, In the air extend, Touch the waters, And these abalones Revive the sap:
Like a vapor,
The sweet freshness...» Francois-Rene de Chateaubriand Autumn night
Edito
©GILBERT BENESTY
