Autumn Blues

In the autumn park, the scent of fallen leaves,
A gentle sadness, washed by morning rain.
Along the pavement, shadows softly grieve,
A tear on every leaf, a quiet pain.

Autumn blues, a prayer in disguise,
The fallen leaves are singing through the night.
The violin trembles, the jazz never dies,
And autumn keeps my weary soul alight.

A broken melody rides the restless breeze,
It shakes the strings and echoes in my chest.
Each note reminds me summer’s lost with ease,
Its fleeting warmth now laid to rest.

Autumn blues, a prayer in disguise,
The fallen leaves are singing through the night.
The violin trembles, the jazz never dies,
And autumn keeps my weary soul alight.

The city spins like an old record’s song,
Repeats itself and keeps on turning still.
Each blade of grass plays a chord all along,
Like jazz that flows where silence will.

We drink our wine, as heavy as the rain,
The sun veils itself in autumn’s gray disguise.
A quiet longing lingers, sweet with pain,
While autumn lives within our eyes.

Autumn blues, a prayer in disguise,
The fallen leaves are singing through the night.
The violin trembles, the jazz never dies,
And autumn keeps my weary soul alight.

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