Portfóliók
Fall
The sun is falling,
Ground is calling
leaves to hug them close.
Yellow floor is under my feet,
Crisping, harshing; nature's striptease
I'm watching.
Waiting winter naked
is brave,
It could put her into grave.
This is her long sunset, but don't be upset.
It's the last true blue, the last grass green,
Only once, it can be seen.
Cold is coming, my clothes are thin,
but she'll be sleeping under my skin.
Ground is calling
leaves to hug them close.
Yellow floor is under my feet,
Crisping, harshing; nature's striptease
I'm watching.
Waiting winter naked
is brave,
It could put her into grave.
This is her long sunset, but don't be upset.
It's the last true blue, the last grass green,
Only once, it can be seen.
Cold is coming, my clothes are thin,
but she'll be sleeping under my skin.
