My Autumn is unique ..

My autumn. She smells of scarves with the smell of old, but such favorite spirits ..

My Autumn is unique .. I succumbed to her magic ..

Autumn .. She's in my Heart ..

This is My Autumn .. It can be felt through the fingers,

which you warm about a cup of tea ..

You come to me in the Autumn Day .. When the Heart is lonely, sad ..

You come in the evening with rain, with a heady listopado-marvelous taste ..

To me in the window unexpectedly knock .. And together with September, burst suddenly ..

And in the Indian summer, gently touch .. To make it a little pleasant ..

You come to me .. I'll wait .. Taking off the summer sunsets ..

For a cup of tea we will remember .. Frozen thundering farewells ..

And listen to the music of dry foliage .. Autumn sounds, the mystery storing ..

I'm waiting for you, you just come .. To enjoy happiness with me ..

Autumn rested on my chest, and her kind, trusting eyes regained confidence that she could trust without being deceived ..

Eyes in the eye .. Hand in the palm of your hand .. Poems ..

Silence and smiles .. Trust and Tenderness ..

Autumn .. It's in my heart ...