Awhile in Autumn
I don’t mind the autumn because it will soon be winter
The leaves always fall when I walk
The best years of my life
I need more time to think
It might take a long time
You see, being kind with old eyes
Somehow, the paint is nice
You see, the army of colors rather than the fight
How the time paints and I answer its cries
As if to entice the eyes
By this, let me be free, exclaims my mind,
The advice I mingle with.
Copyrighted 2009
