The exotic autumn arrives wrapped in nostalgia,
Weaving webs that trap the soul.
Incites the young spirit to contemplate
The naked acacias, leaves that in their fall
Seem to tell ancient tales of magic.
It is a time of sighs, memories and farewells,
When divine power to withered leaves
Bestows the grace to redeem us with their renewal.
If you caress their remains in your attentive hands,
You'll see that the uncertain is gone, but hope shines.
