Sometimes in autumn

Sometimes in autumn

Sometimes in autumn,
when the day becomes shorter than the night,
I remember a love story
where a man in love stays alone.

When the withered leaves fall
and bury the paths of our love,
I remember the place in the park,
where the lips gave a kiss to the lips.

Slowly, nature sinks into sleep,
unconsciously, I wake up memories of the past,
although I don't want to remember you,
because when I remember I almost go crazy,
that we were so close to the wedding,
and all that remained were memories.

Zera Princ