To meet with love

Look on me and give your hand
We can to go along the street
This time to dreams, my autumn friend,
Let our love call us to meet.

Here hear we now the song of bird
And golden sunset blinds our eyes
Wondrous love without regret
We can to fly to autumn skyes.

I will believe that winter's ice
Don't can to touch our fragile hearts
The autumn gold it's higher price
So step by step, from paths to paths.

We go through ligt our autumn days
I see your look and hold your hand,
To meet with love on famous place
Here always autumn, without the end. 28/09/2009

From the collection ' Autumn Poems '

poem by Elena Shlaferman Elena Shlaferman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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