The Falling leaves
The Rising comes
It clears your dreams
The morning drums
It to your head
“Hey, not so bad”
The morning
fills you up with day
You’ll be OKAY
You’ll be alright
Well by tonight
You won’t remember
What you used to feel
So leave me tender
Keep it real
The state of trance
The state of mind
There is no chance
One day you’ll find
The state of being on your own
My dear girl, how much you’ve grown…
My dear friend,
How fast you’ve learnt
not to be burnt
not to depend…
the seasons bring
the hearbeat that perceives
well, now it’s spring
so, let the falling leaves…
The Falling Leaves
© Copyright: Александр Боровенский, 2012
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