Summer and petunia

I nod to August - "Bye! .."
"I'm going to turn over my memories."
Brings a gentle hand
A picture of a silent good-bye.

Will come in the fall - winter,
Then - spring, and again - summer ...
But you told me yourself,
That until the end you do not believe in it.

The airport waited for us,
And the announcer asks for landing.
And in an hour, and in an hour,
It should already be autumn.

Tears bright star
In the eyelashes lost somewhere.
It will never happen again
Such a fabulous summer.

And we understand this,
And, returning in our summer,
We remember every moment,
We sigh and keep silent about it.

The airport waited for us,
And the announcer asks for landing.
And in an hour, and in an hour,
Begin, as usual, autumn ...

Writer : P. Davydov

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