When golden hue disappears
In mournful pastelled miles
O, wind, blow me to the countryside homes
I cannot see the glory of Autumn
Except the mountain pallets and valleys
Saddened and thinned me
With the pale foliage
ශරතයේ එක පැහැයකට
දහසක් කවි ලිවිය හැක
යටි වියන මත ඔබ්බවා
තැඹිලි පැහැ මිණි
Picture - Egon Schiele, Austrian, 1890 - 1918
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