The amber light begins to lean,And woodsmoke drifts where leaves have been.The air is thick with "once before"—A scent that knocks at every door.
I breathe the chill, the fading gold,And feel a prayer begin to hold:"To start again, with heart made new,Beneath a sky of younger blue." The amber light begins to lean,And woodsmoke drifts
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For when the earth prepares to sleep,There are promises we wish to keep.Oh, to be born as autumn dies—With morning dew within our eyes. the fading gold
That quote is a beautiful, melancholic expression of longing. It translates from Azerbaijani as: