Anna M. Ostrovskaya. I turn off the sun (№ 349099)

I turn off the sun. After the autumn wind
the time will come to warm by another fire.
I turn off the sky. The leaves fall from the branches
if returning again to the silence, to the roots.
To me, the memory remains - gentle, like a summer.
What would be life if I had you!
How many would show, how much light would be lit...
How sad to say goodbye. Scared to silence.