Rustic colors of an autumn leaf,
Makes death look so beautiful.
Lifeless it lay telling tale of those naked trees
It once used to be a part of.
A poet's inspiration, a lover's song
The sky at the time of the dawn.
Now it accompanies me
As I lay in my grave,
For the birds have flown south.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Rustic colors of an autumn leaf,
Makes death look so beautiful.
Lifeless it lay telling tale of those naked trees
It once used to be a part of.
A poet's inspiration, a lover's song
The sky at the time of the dawn.
Now it accompanies me
As I lay in my grave,
For the birds have flown south.
