Autumn is the most mysterious time of the year. She sneaks up quietly and unnoticed. The autumn breeze and light coolness have enveloped the earth since the end of August. And with the first day of September, everything becomes truly mysterious. At this time of year, like an artist, he paints nature in bright colors.
The poem "I will give you autumn for luck" was written by Sergey Pyasetsky ...
I will give you autumn for luck
With gold, crimson and rain,
With brass trunks of proud pines,
With sadness that did not take off with the cranes,
With a quiet garden without fruits and berries,
With stubble in the field across the river,
With the cold breath of winter hardships
And ... with such a nagging anguish.
You will fold everything without disassembling,
For the time being in the basket,
To reach under the blizzard, remembering
Autumn is a beautiful picture.
Количество просмотров: 18 Количество отзывов: 0
Количество сообщений: 0
Метки: Любовь, разлука, Киев, мелодекламация Свидетельство о публикации: №121091840509 @ Copyright: Александр Лиховидов, 18.09.2021г.