The endless chain of grey and lonely days,
A caravan of faceless dreams and visions,
Compiled of hopeless thoughts, doubts and collisions
By my sad fancy in a thousand ways
Days and the hours, rustling - just like sand,
And leaving fingers, fading by each minute,,,
The naked branches in the gloom just seemed
To be the barrels, aimed onto my head
The sleeping city, covered by the dark
And sounds died in mist of useless prayers.
The raindrops, falling down like dying daylights
On icy window's desperated arc
The skies are crying with an endless rain,
Without knowing, why... And on, again...
Autumn Leaves
© Copyright: Илья Бестужев, 2004
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