Елена Шацких

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These early days of autumn are my guests,

They come to me with their fading warmth

And rest like little children on my chest,

Like someone who is free from endless quest.

Alas, my tortured heart is deaf and dumb,

It pumps the blood to keep the limbs alive

Unable any more to love or harm,

This sunny autumn brings the time to shrive.

The faded moon will never meet the sun,

The earth will never meet the sky so blue,

The planets will continue their run

 And I will never be  with you.