It was an autumn day
And it was cold.
The autumn in the yard.
The thunderstorm was arguing with rain.
The leaves were falling down to the ground.
Someone's soul sat quietly under the bench.
It shivered with cold and it was wet.
The words of its owner it remembered
It could not do anything but regret.
'My soul, you prevent me from living, 
You can't stand any deceiving, 
You pain so hard,
You better stay here in the yard
As I can't stand those pains anymore 
What for? 
I can't live anymore like this, 
I think without you I can exist.
My eyes are tired to cry, 
Maybe it's better for you to live in the sky? 
Please, leave me alone! 
I want to live on my own.'
And the soul went away 
On a hard rainy day.
It rambled about the wet yard
Without finding any regard
Looking at the windows and eyes
But nobody heard its cries.
The autumn in the yard.
The thunderstorm was arguing with rain.
The leaves were falling down to the ground
And rustled under someone's feet.
The soul had no one to meet.
No one heard when it cried, 
So, it has slowly died. 
Larisa Rzhepishevska