Autumn Roundabout
In autumn there is the result of magic,
When every leaf is like a flower,
Decorated on trees and bushes
And you involuntarily exclaim: "Ah!"
But this is not the final of magic,
The transformation is invisible without end.
The "flowers" ripen in a flock of butterflies
And again you will involuntarily shout: "Uh-you!"
"Butterflies" fly around with the wind, circling,
He lies at our feet by magic,
But only the bravest are destined
Rise up with an exclamation: "Wow!"
And Autumn will spin round.
I will collect the result of the verse,
I will reach for the SUN. The spirit rejoices.
Life in Love is beautiful! Whoah!
(V. Davydova 04.10.2020)
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