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Autumn, Maria Tosti
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AUTUMN
The sky cries his tears
in this autumn day,
every drop is a spacious lake
where drowns my pain
and it rains upon the world
of my sweet memories
wetting my heart
by a timeless sadness.
The wind lifts itself furious
to frighten every shelter,
two trees stretch their branches
the one towards the other until to unite themselves
in an encouraging embrace.
The branches beaten are souls in trouble
harrowed by the uproars of the life
waiting for a sighing quietness.
The first leaves yellowed
fallen and moved from the wind
are now whirls of fatal dreams
that will glide on the nude desolate land
of my existence.
Still rain abundant bitter tears
from the large leaden dome
to fade my love
while reigns in you
an autumnal indifference.
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