Autumn

Антон Анатолич
 Autumn.

Autumn came into my little house
 With red & yellow leaves,
With rains & cold. She came,
 She came there where I’ve lived.

And why? I don’t remember it.
 She knocked, I opened door.
And heart was crying: “Autumn came,
She came & it is nothing more”.
 
Autumn came into my little heart.

 24.10.1998