My life's Autumn.. the autumn is a special period of life.. period of end's begening.. and it's a turn that in its skyline you find death.. however in its mornings there's the bird's trembling on the nacked wicker.. and its nights.. are an expression for the cessation of beeing..
but my life's autumn.. should be in a broken heart..the empty darkness.. and that warm of the missing memories.. that we spend them with the hurt of time.. and bring us here and there..
Autumn is coming.. and he ignores all hope.. nowadays.. my life's flowers know the real meaning of wilt....
#Nj
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