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Autumn composition

It is an afternoon delight of delicate wind of autumn. I walk softly

on the trail of leaves and nuts adorned dressed in tattered shirts
from flowing grape amar. Stratul thick yellow-brown leaves
managed to confine path. Forest sad, almost dead, because it
ignored the green, is now pustie . Singurii friends who have left
are the wind and cold.
I go to the forest and see funny how everything seems a magic
secret places, places that could mean a marvel for many noi
Farmecul fall changed everything in something unseen, going
"very well" and getting to the expression "something never seen
earth. I forgot the river that still has preserved clarity, carpet that
stretches endlessly multicolorelor of leaves and of course what is
covered, sky, spotted smoke mixed with what has turned gray.
Trees are sad because they killed many brothers, the dark brown
color of baza.Fiecare his work is a mystery, one more special as
the other, but the path, I think the end poteciinu found.
Perhaps nothing would have been the same without deer fevered
cry of old prince is believed that wind through the branches
motionless tuturor.Soarele pale light and we will still like each
drop atat.Ploaia palmuieste stem trees, wind up wet leaves from
the ground and lightning, thunder scares them even more on the
few plays tricks vietuitoare.Ceata zglobie ii intreii forests. crickets
powder with benga wings are sad now that will endure, again
winter a whole, of hunger.
Coolness series is slowly and put down her veil over night
pamnatul mohorat.Imi open umbrella and rush me pasimarunti
but heading home. Do not forget though I observe one thing. Not
only migrating birds no longer in the landscape but no leg the

man who knows how to appreciate the magic of the forest in full