Slow and sure comes the end of summer ... 🐌

The summer is gone! A generous autumn arrives, with a colorful and beautiful garment, but it brings us sadness. There is no such heat with the hot and hot summer. The grief is over and us the flying flock. The grass has gone yellow, there is some fatigue, and youth have not yet seen running fast-paced people. "Where did you hurry, darling? Years pass, we are left without power, the Essenes do not forgive. " They sat on benches in the park as of a colorful rosary, they erupt memories without measure young people in third. Little kids play cheerful and noisy - they are in spring, and the old men look smart - for them came the autumn. After it, winter is waiting for you, it does not bring anything good. Now the sun is rejoicing, so smooth and warm it.