Sometimes in Autumn
Sometimes in Autumn,
when the day grows shorter than the night,
I remember a love story
where a man in love remains alone.
When the withered leaves fall
and bury the paths of our love,
I remember the place in the park,
where lips met lips in a kiss.
Slowly, nature sinks into sleep,
I unknowingly awaken memories of the past,
although I don’t want to remember you,
because when I do, I almost go mad,
that we were so close to a wedding,
and all that remained were memories.
Zera Princ
