Advent

Veil blowing across the land,
delicate and fine as angel hair.
Colorful leaves dance in silence
show us the end of the year.
Soon draw sweet scents
light shone through the city.
Roasted almonds, sweet apples
and the state of mulled wine, rich.
Is it not the best time,
which brings us every year?
But I gladly accept it,
that no summer lasts forever

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