: 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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