Late Summer.


This late summer,

it feels a bit like autumn.

The cool, the cold begins.

I was tired of this summer,

after all, I haven’t even heard it,

it hasn’t even begun.

This year, I’ve always had

Winter inside …

This late summer,

I’ve been waiting for it for a long time.

It’s time to go back

To my peace

And to my loneliness.

As always,

hoping that whoever will keep me company,

he will be able to warm me,

and not to make me feel colder,

or more pain.

If you want read the original version 👉 https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/09/04/fine-estate/

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