“All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.”
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
“All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.”
― Oscar Wilde
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason."
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can't forget
Autumn have made me alive
because in Autumn you entered my life
In Autumn you came like a summer breece
I didn't realize what it is
In Autumn I fell in love at first sight
I knew that everything was alright
In Autumn there was that special dance
I knew our love will not have a chance
In Autumn I was under your spell
Autumn - a secret I will never tell
In Autumn you showed me pride
I wish I had never left your side
In Autumn miracles came true
everything I was loging for was you
That Autumn changed my life in many ways
I will never forget those special days
Autu