The autumn leaves

Red and bold

a slight breeze

One that’s cold

A legacy written in gold

For this is a story

Un-told

Signiori,

This darkness engulfs me

This peace

A plentiful caprice

Its beautiful

To not appreciate it

So undenyingly painful

A thousand knits to knit

There are

And long way to go

A lot to know

A lot to undergo

Lighting up a cigar

sitting on the floor

Telling stories

Never told before