Grim winds was blowing
In the garden through innocent trees
Walking whistle was mocking with my tears
When you went away with clogged ears,
With closed eyes no looking on failures
Stepping blindfold on falling leaves
You and I had planted dizzy sapling in our lips
Bred them easy, blooming in every kiss
But thirsty trees shed leaves welting our ease
When you went away taking no notice
You left the garden shutting the ears
No hearing the clump of the winds
Crushing leaves under feet rustling
The sound of past days,
The song of breaking
And you will not hear yet in future
Forgetting sound of wiping thunder
In next days, in dead of winter
I wish we never had autumn,
Any planted sapling in garden,
Greenleaf that had to turn yellow,
Sweet kiss that welted with a feeling rue
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