slow
autumn cold rain.
no thin fingers in my
long grey hair, no tears
but harsh autumn wind
tearing off dead crispy leaves
from the old tired oaks and birches
no sentimental babbling
no wine no roses
no promise. It's time to go to bed
but I stay awake long,
maybe too long
listening to the cold autumn rain
and the dead crispy leaves falling slow
in the inky blue space
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Pavel Nichkov
2013-08-20
procrastination
© Copyright: Павел Ничков, 2013
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