a tear, of autumn days an omen
is running like a cold dew
and cranes carry away the summer
spreading their grey wings anew
the noble grief is ringing through
so inexplicable with words
i'm not alone while i'm with you
the trees, the clouds, and the birds
the leaves are flying just like letters
with some kind of unearthly grief
who never lost his kin or friends
let them be first to laugh at me
searching for happiness and joys
we circle world quite a bit
seems little need for trembling voice--
but never cried means never lived
and so we often cry unwilling
when raindrops fall on windowsills
not cause the grief your heart is filling
but just because that heart exists
the noble grief is ringing through
so inexplicable with words
i'm not alone while i'm with you
the trees, the clouds, and the birds
Autumn tune
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2019
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