It's autumn

It's autumn when I'm not talking to you about autumn,
When I throw away my dreams as leaves,
When I forgot where I was hiding
Hopes and what I love,

When all run from I to nowhere
Faster with every day
Until become small rust spots,
And the cold vid is to flood me.

It's autumn when I miss the spring,
When not afraid of trembling, but of cold,
When the bones begin to spleen
And the wind swallows all that cry.

It's autumn when I start to repeat myself
As an echo, slowly, slowly ...

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From this post I will start to mention a name from Steemit. Because I want to send them as I like their work and I appreciate their help! This It's autumn goes to @sydesjokes because his passion it's to help others.