September of Hermann Hesse
September
Sad
the garden fresh flowers in the rain falls
. Silent
trembles
the summer, declining to its end.
gold leaf
Drop down from the big acacia.
Ride dazed and pale
the summer in his dying dream.
lingers among the roses,
thinking of his peace
slowly closes her large eyes heavy with fatigue.
Hermann Hesse
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