Hello, beautiful autumn.
You're spilling all over the ground,
in shades of agony,
in shapes of past lives.
I wish I could hold you together, autumn,
but you're slipping through my fingers,
in drops and shadows.
The sky seems to be mourning
the loss of a year,
and clouds are turning and rolling,
restless and thick,
blocking us in.
Rain wishes to become crystals
of magnificent beauty
that is so short lasting,
it captivates with its innocent fragility.
I'm waiting to be covered by snow,
dear autumn,
for I'm numb and nothing feels warm anymore.
So I think you should go.