On the silent road
I stand too still,
afraid to move a trifle
The red tree, lifelesss,
stands beside me, lonely...
The branches deprived of leafs
the wind blew them off.
on this twilight
they are as naked as i am! !
the moon glowed above us
making us look even more lonely...
somewhere on the branch
a lonely brown leaf
danced with the wind....
then lightly, o so lightly
descended down upon my feet
the long held tear
slipped frm my eye...
tomorrow the trees will be green
the sun shining bright
but today me and the tree is alike
lonely, naked, forgotton....
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