Autumn is waiting, bold to blow the leafs away,
Fearless the wind, casting rain drops on the roofs;
And while you read the letters from the old nibbled envelopes
In a quick hour thoughts are ravaging about your life.
Wasting your time with sweet nothingness,
’You want no one ‘n your door to knock its knuckles;
But even better is when outside is dump and foggy,
To sit dreaming at the fire, while falling for a sleep.
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And how I look through shots of thoughts,
Dreaming to the old fairy tale, of an old crooked pirate
While fog is rapidly surrounding me, concealing me, swallowing me..;
At sudden I hear rustling of a dress,
A soft step scarcely touched the boards...
And cold thin hands, are covering eyes,
Autumn has come...
