I have a presentiment of secret in autumn
The discoveries having been forgotten once.
That secret that is shivering day and night
In silver strings of webs.

Wind is playing with this secret,
And clouds are playing with wind.
From questions having no answers
I go to a leaf fall to have award

For desire in light to believe.
But who wants that to have?
Who knows what love is before he dies?
I don't  know I simply run in pools.

In inevitability of rains over fields
In gentle sadness something to forget.
But even there I am filled again
By billions of presentiments:

Maybe it's too impudent
To place yourself in the center of world?
Perhaps it's better the strings of toy lyre
By child's hand to touch?

But suddenly once in autumn
Through clouds with a divine cane
Will order me again everything begin.
I feel a presentiment in autumn.

(с)Leonid Shimko

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