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The golden autumn

Poetry By: Olga Possokhova
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This poem is about the wonderful time of the year - autumn. It's the time to think about our life and try to understand that there is something more ahead and we need to move on.


Submitted:Sep 30, 2012    Reads: 41    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The golden autumn - it is here again -

It's time to think, it's time to understand.

Why am I still feeling this pain?

Or may be I'm just at the end -

The end of era of my broken dreams,

Those that I had to break one day,

Because of you, because of fears,

And at that time it was the only way.

Oh, golden leaf, don't leave too soon,

You know, I don't have anyone to talk,

Sometimes I talk to lonely Moon,

Which hides behind the purple smoke.

I feel I'm getting really mad

Because of lie, because of wars,

I feel I'm getting really sad

Cause there is nothing can be worse.

The time is gone with the wind,

It's something that we'll never catch.

The game in which no one can win -

We burn commandments like a match...

And all this fallen gold,

So much to us it costs -

The peace in broken world

That we forever lost.

September 18, 2012





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