Topic-Rhythm of autumn
Summer is coming to an end,
the voice rusts in the Negro blues –
swans are swimming with dignity,
the coming autumn breeze
suddenly changes the water acoustics.
Shaken colored splashes,
trembling mane –
far through nine lands in the tenth –
banishes the heat,
with her wings she scooped up
the frightened birds from the trees.
The fountain scatters its light.
Silhouettes of lovers dance.
Chord after chord is lost.
The summer is leaving with last sprays.
© Minko Tanev
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