Beautiful autumn embroidering maples
Unpredictable poetry
Beautiful autumn embroidering maples
Red, yellow, silver, gold.
And the leaves ask:
Let us green!
We'll stay for a while,
We won't fly.
Give us that consolation!
The gardens are beautiful,
The dews are like wine.
Crows drink pecked nuts.
And what about them?
The black crows don't care.
About the Creator
Olaf Podolski
Married, have two children and beautiful wife. I've been working at Autoplovykla for three years, the best carwash in Lithuania. I love my wife, reading, German car brands and Polish icecream. Think that poetry makes people better.
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