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23/01/2015

Autumn and lyrical ... | Gilles Grimoin



Autumn and lyrical ... | Gilles Grimoin

French illustrator Gilles Grimoin, Watercolor

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Peter White - Deja Vu

I saw the fall ... She kissed the rain ...
In the arms of each other delicate complement ...
In the park were carefree evening together.
Breath of wind tore the leaves playfully ...

Dozens of bystanders fled with an umbrella from the rain,
And he smiled favorite single ladies
What the world is decorated with gold, came to him,
In beautiful boots with sparkling shimmer copper ...
He's in a gray cloak, and she was in a bright yellow coat ...
He is with sadness in her eyes, and she with a mischievous smile ...
And how long novel, no one will know.
And he calls her golden Rybka ...

And stroking exciting red hair madam,
Transparent drops of lecturing her tiara ...
She whispered, "I will not give ..."
Spinning leaves, autumn theme developing ...

Waking up in the morning, meeting the misty dawn,
Shaggy autumn rain smiled playfully ...
And he took the guitar, sang a new song verse ...
  I saw the fall ... The street was raining ...


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Gentle autumn went on squares and parks ...
Wrapped in a yellow sheet to become warmer ...
I'm not from the leaves, from the thoughts getting hot ...
How do I need to cuddle with you soon ...

You know, what a wave covers in the arms of ...
Tenderness poured into my heart and yours ...
I remember bored chair crumpled dress ...
Cool! After all, the dress is bored, and the heart sings ...
Gentle autumn again smiled sadly ...
After frowned, tears scattered the newly ...
My happiness and my gray-eyed mystery
The most important thing in life and love in the heart of ...

Will be with me the autumn rainy night?
Overcast day in September, October, November?
Know without you from grief in tatters
Joy of the soul that burns like leaves in the fire ...

Gentle autumn rain looking for his gray eyes,
Just the two of them becomes easier to breathe ...
You do not owe me, owe nothing,
  But for you at the end of the world is ready to run ...

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