My beautiful colour
You are my beautiful colour
You are my sun and my flower
It’s autumn and I love this season
If you ask me why? I’ll say you are my reason
The sun rose over my country
If you were here, I would be free
The birds are singing again
But even their sounds can not lessen this pain
Land-to-Land I’m seeking your hands
On mountains, deserts and strands
It’s autumn but Autumn is far
Far, farther than a star
I am a lost voice without Fall
She is my one and my all
Mizgeen A. Berzinari
September 25, 2020