Category : Poems

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It is already the end of September, 

When the sun shows less power.

 The grapes for wine have ripened, 

And nature seems tired and weakened...
 And it's me, after a poor summer

 In which I lost more than I gained, 

But at least I saw the true color of some;

Some enemies seemed...

 Like my best friends in town.
It's already the end of the year,

And I feel tired as after a long battle,

I will go to sleep now,

 Wake me up when better times will come...

See you next time.