Indian summer [Theme]

Fire-maple leaf
Laces his fingers Indian summer -
Again the unearthly kindness
The earth is quite warm warmed.
Blessed magic
Old lady mother nature,
Not depressed because
That looming adversity.

Green and fiery brown,
Babi gets the summer...
Lips of women, of course, not fools -
Who doubts it?

Maples painted the town
magical some color.
It again
it again
Indian summer,
Indian summer.
So quickly melt leaves
anything I do not understand
I find, like these leaves,
our numbers
our date.
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I circle around recklessly
with the windiest of the women.
I have been looking for such
and no more
and no less.
I forgot when he was home
confused nights and sunrises.
This pool
this is the maelstrom -
Indian summer,
Indian summer.

Retired rain drummers
Holding lightning in each hand
Speak your gibberish,
On flowing, from heaven, language.
Clouds PPE waving banners,
Thunder hums a cast iron pot.
The chilly wind shakes the maples -
Barefoot!

Indian summer - women-the latest attempt to reverse the running calendar.
This is the funeral feast for the dead love, beauty commemoration on the eve of September.

There is a time of nature's special light
dim the sun, gentle heat.
It's called
Indian summer
and in the delights of arguing with herself in the spring.

Starting from the first day of the Indian summer, looking after the longer at parting, and when the Indian summer ends, then look to join a heavy sigh and a tear.

Tomorrow the rain will flood fast
Cloud sun zaslona.
Gossamer silver
Left to live for two or three days.
Have mercy, autumn! Give us light!
Protect from winter darkness!
Pity us, Indian summer:
These webs - we.

Indian summer... the season of discounts on love.