October is ... the weather outside seems to be weighing, and the dark rain clouds are more and more in tune with time inside people.
How beautiful and dramatic it is when outside and within man is the same.
The following lines will ruin you all the beauty and melancholy in the pristine October:
My name is October. And I'm sad.
I'm autumn somehow. By soul.
I make the clouds terribly gloomy.
Then I sit in the sky and keep silent.
I'm breaking the yellow leaves with my hands.
(I just do not have daisies and today
I really want to know
Does he love me ... Or no.)
Here - there is a bit of sunshine.
Instead of a ring or earrings.
It's cool, as if, at dawn.
And cover my shoulders with fogs.
My name is October. And I'm sad.
In love with madness in April.
We can not connect seasonally ...
Excuse me...
It will rain down.
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