The fallen golden leaves post autumn,
Autumn is when glee and melancholy fuse
Autumn is when glee and melancholy fuse
A part of the dust and forgotten,
Who do we have to ridicule?
A melody from the sky,
All in perfect rhythm,
A melody in his head,
The slowing ecstasy within.
Stacked books in the cupboard,
Tainted savor,
She left without a word,
Was it loneliness or solitude she favored?
Picture from the net- ( wanderingwargod.blogspot.com)
Who do we have to ridicule?
A melody from the sky,
All in perfect rhythm,
A melody in his head,
The slowing ecstasy within.
Stacked books in the cupboard,
Tainted savor,
She left without a word,
Was it loneliness or solitude she favored?
Picture from the net- ( wanderingwargod.blogspot.com)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Groove to the era