I breathe this music of ripe rains
This is a note that sounds on the edge of the world,
Between dark hazy September nights
And midday August flowers.
And dancing golden in the air
The first lost leaf this year.
August, how warm it is with you ...
Autumn, how clean is your air ...
Summer flows into a colored sunset,
The heart responds to silence ...
Parting, we stay with you
In this ghostly sigh that I live.
And ripping off the last drop of heat
Letting her go to the heavenly blue.
I thought I had already lived everything,
But with the autumn foliage, life is born again ...
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I breathe this music of ripe rains
This is a note that sounds on the edge of the world,
Between dark hazy September nights
And midday August flowers.
And dancing golden in the air
The first lost leaf this year.
August, how warm it is with you ...
Autumn, how clean is your air ...
Summer flows into a colored sunset,
The heart responds to silence ...
Parting, we stay with you
In this ghostly sigh that I live.
And ripping off the last drop of heat
Letting her go to the heavenly blue.
I thought I had already lived everything,
But with the autumn foliage, life is born again ...
Oil Canvas
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