Oct 2, 20071
Poetry (old)
Cloudy I remember it was cloudy And the sky a dreary gray The sun grew black and distant As if it could not stay Retreated past the point Of which I cannot see Taking with my happiness So only lonely could I be Autumn slowly changes Into the cold dark night Death all around us In colours vast and bright Deepest red to auburn brown Light yellow also too Fading like so many things To reappear anew Barrens branches without Snow upon them still Waiting for that ...