Autumn: The season of sadness in our lives. Every time we feel pain in us, we put the whole responsibility on the poor autumn. Jun; it is loneliness, distance, decrease, longing, missed opportunities, aging of body and soul, separation, end of life.
For some reason all poems are written this season. Beloved in the verses of the sad songs of this season is always my reproach. We were chatting at a coffee break with my beloved friend, who I love very much and always crave to worry about, after a shopping, we will say ‘goodbye’ to the summer. Did you ever think about how much autumn we will live after that? How many autumn we will wear the clothes in these bags? ”
Why do we turn this beautiful season into so much drama? No matter how much our soul is in the joy of life, one side is always covered with sadness. The yellowing face of autumn always makes our wounds bleed. Removes our shells. It hurts. Our forgotten past suddenly comes to mind.
Remember the painting lessons of our elementary school years. Which one of us did not draw the trees with yellow leaves falling on the ground… Our mother’s winter preparations always started this season. Jams are boiled, pickles are established, canned vegetables are made in summer, winter and summer clothes are replaced, renovations of his house and living places are made and the movement we call preparation for winter starts in September.
Preparations for the new season of the school season were again the beauties of this month. Whenever I listen to the song composed for autumn, the feelings of separation and reunions come to my mind. So many songs made this season. Whichever one we’re looking at, it’s still less. Here we met “It was an autumn season”, “Come in September” and many others. Even many movie scenes begin with the leaves of the autumn.
While still telling the story of a dramatic love stories “Autumn in New York” on “Sweet November”, the beginning and end of love took place during this season. Here’s another autumn season. The warmth of the summer warms up to our marrows and is preparing to go. The sky is losing its blue.
Bird sounds are diminishing and the days of sadness are coming. As the fearful dream of those who have come to the end of life, they always think in this season, “Will I be in this world next fall?” Stop. They approach their loved ones more meaningfully and experience an internal farewell. Depression is the season. You’re pessimistic and calm.
We are much more understanding of our environment. Because we don’t like “Death” we feel the word soon. Despite everything, we love you for adding meaning to our lives, thank you. WELCOME AUTUMN.
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