September

POSTED IN AUTUMN, contemporary poetry September 1, 2018

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September Sometimes, in the end of September when leaves are crying in the wild wind, lonely on shore I remember you. Life has many ways and there is nothing to say. Running on sand early in the morning I am only waiting The sunrise. Another day will comes and I know that I will love you forever. Anonimous

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