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My soul mate!
Don’t ask about my (deflowered) dreams.
My false, hollow and coward dreams.
I spent my evening with a night fly,
(To write a poem on love)
But morning brought the emblem of Nox*,
and word by word, my pen bled an epic of hoax.
Don’t ask about my dreams.
I wished to have an ocean of affection, flowing over my palms.
(But it was only the sand, my reward)
Don’t ask about my dreams,
I offered to throw away my Eden into hell.
(But it burnt my hands)
At the end, I turned back to home, with defeated steps.
But I lost my way in barren lands.

(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)

* Nox = Roman goddess of night

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Alone I must stand…
Please, don’t ask to hold my hand…
Understand…
This is the end…
My only friend…
End of everything…
End of the rainy days, in which once I planted few dreams in the soil of solitude…
Dreams to worship together…
Dreams to love each other forever…
This is the end…
My only friend…
End of the nights, in which I wept in prayers…
Prayers for the stars to twinkle on the dark blanket of sky…
Prayers for the smiles and for no more cry…
This is the end…
My only friend…
End of the struggle to reach at the destiny…
End of the songs of peace and harmony…
Now, I have to astray in the forbidden land of insanity…
Don’t hold my hands…
They are pale and thin…
I admit…
My fingers may wipe your tears…
But they can not bring for you any grin…
There are pale leaves around my soul…
No more green is my season…
Leaving me is not a bad idea…
When you have one solid reason…
.
.
.
No matter how colourful my words may be…
Make a correct guess…
Dislike me…
Because I am Autumn…
Unfertile, Arid and Colourless…

This is the end, my only friend

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