Autumn is quietly crying outside the window,
Whimpering like rain, shivering from the cold.
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Leaves creep to your feet like a cat,
And the poor oak squeaks from dampness.
And logs are glimmering in the fireplace.
Let the cold wind in the yard be angry,
Undressing wet trees.
I feel comfortable at home in a chair in October.
Tatiana Lavrova