Glowing trees  

September 16, 2016

Ahmed Zaidan

The arm of autumn that extends
To the depth of forest, in order to wave
The beautiful goodbye is sooner to come
To roll the colors and turns to bright
The oldest trees that glow in the light
Similar to spring in the first birth
The wavering arm of autumn extends
Touches the soul that longs to the humidity
Moves the heart in order to sing
When the wind plays on the string
The scattered clouds in the way to gathering
To wage the first offensive of the water falling
To wash the land for the whiteness to wear
For stars of Christmas is later to born


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