الأحد، 22 يونيو 2025


: When autumn rusts the

leaves

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Title: When autumn rusts the

leaves

Kasia Dominik 

Title: When autumn rusts the leaves,

 spring blooms in me 


Outside the window autumn and in me autumnally,

in the air leaves, different from spring ones.

Carried by the wind they change colors,

when I feel the salty taste of tears on my cheek.

.

Time seems to have slowed down, as if it were lost in thought,

perhaps it is suffering, because yesterday almost,

wrapped in fog I touched the pre-winter,

which changes the horizon into a rusty landscape..

September is making ever greater circles,

in a few days a heavy frost will arrive.

I will miss the smell of summer again,

so that I could fly over the meadow with butterflies.

Kasia Dominik (Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh 


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