Autumn

Red leaves blow in the wind

Leaving home and everything it's known behind

Barren branches wave goodbye

As the red leaves slowly die

Every flower stares and watches

As the wind takes me away

Before the sun shone upon me

Now the wind takes me away

Red leaves falling

Through the branches

Making their way to the ground

Blowing by the flowers sleeping

No one knows the leaves are leaving

Haste the Day - Autumn

/ Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground. /

"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

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I feel the cool breeze of autumn on my face, and I know that very soon it will take away all the sorrow, loss and broken dreams of the days left behind. And it feels like something wraps me with silent thoughtfulness and mild saddness, immerses me in the peaceful still waters where the time fades and I left alone with my inner world. Autumn is the time when I find myself anew, a seson of dreams, memories and inspiration... 

And like in this beuutiful song from my dearest memories I feel like I want to fall down, like a dying leaf, and forgot about how it was someday to play under the deep blue sky warmed up with bright scintillant sun among the others...

And now I think that I finally can say "Goodbye" and find the peace and serenity.

Autumn in everything.