Dark shadowed night...
Dull yellow lights
on passing train
A broken rose
that slowly dies
in autumn rain…
An empty street
cobbled with stones
and stones on heart…
Wet breath of wind.
Chill to the bones.
Cold morning starts…
Leaves leave their mother-trees
and flow
and fall on ground…
Fog smells like smoke.
No human word,
no human sound…
No aim.Just rain.
My noiseless steps
and cold inside…
No way.
Just passing train.
Dull yellow lights...