Mysterious Season - Diathra

It is mysterious so much

This autumn, that pleased my eyes

With maple crown and smell of flowers

And raises me, again and again

And foliage rustles and I am

Fanned by it’s clear breath

It is refined charming fragrance

Reminds me the taste of wine

And strange scent of her perfume

And easy breeze of her fabrics

Attracts me giving tenderness

I feel her gloomy sight

Through her lowered eyelashes

And her transparent tears

Melt in palms, as white snow