time travels with the moments as the thoughts grow deeper
to someone tis the hour of the fall
leaves colouring the roads to brown
to someone tis a pain that keeps strolling
through every chapter of ones life
to me they are age-old close friends
perception and feelings
neither could be spoken to others nor tis easy to keep them to oneself
in the end all remains a mystery
folded and hidden forever
sitting by the window the eye-glasses
cold timid and dry
witness the falling leaves
dancing with the birds returning to their evening nests
the breeze whistle all over the place
the hymns of the season echo all over
I cry out but of fatigue the words die down
I searched the words but was slow
late and tired
all dead and engraved in the snow
resting peacefully with smiles of satisfaction
remaining unspoken forever