It's the autumn...
It's the autumn, and again rain
Bursts into hard tears outside,
And I'm sitting silently at table,
Writing in the Iphone a rhyme...
Rhyme also cries hard out of my mind:
About seeping feels of past days, which are gone...
About past, which I seek, but is hard to find,
Somewhere, where's nothing... so on...
It is autumn... All is gone forever...
Somewhere live the people, whom I loved...
Somewhere they are been born in ocean,
Which's for me unknown... oh good buy...
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