Written by Gordana Andonovska Night... filled with kindness in harmony with the autumn idyll,
which inserts a charm in each fallen leave woven
into a golden magic carpet scattered towards the sunset... Memories like a silk robe they waver through the night of longings Thoughts float through the fragrant autumn air Feelings arise of unrequited love in the embrace of the passing time The night is quiet,
fragrant story written in love ink which remains engraved in every lonely heart to remember for the days to come when very look hurts heading for the sunset.
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