Autumn star

This autumn has its own laws -
to break into the soul, not sparing...
to wander aimlessly through the alleys
and crying behind the glass window...

This fall their inhibitions -
not to think, not to dream, not to believe...
all open Windows and all doors -
to close until next summer...

This autumn has its own quirks -
to burn down and again rise,
And in the sky to make the step into the abyss
And reintroduce yourself there...

And fly the bird flock,
And dance in the arms of the wind...
And in the haze of the morning to melt,
Fell in love with the sky of selfless...

And die, and be reborn
In the consonance of sounds, of lines and colors...
And fly free bird
Where the sky is so beautiful...
Daria, Jasenko