Date: 21.10.2007
Time: 5:25 p.m.
Changing colours
Changing rhymes
And I watch that leaf
Fall down from autumn’s branches.
There are new notes
Drifting in the air
New refrains of a season —
One forgotten, one awaited
Soaring melodies
Like that pretty white bird
That just flew by me
On wings spread wide along the breeze.
Another month passes by
Musing over the colours witnessed
A few forgotten memories
Flit alive again before my eyes
They were pleasant, I conclude
Like a smoothly flowing rhythm
Felt from far reaches of the past
But I’m not ever looking back.
Changing colours
Changing rhymes
And I watch that leaf
Fall down from autumn’s branches.
My old songs sound rusted
Those strains played and played again
New times beckon a change
In the tenor of the tunes
Watching the terrain pass
Spellbound I hum of changing colours
Wildly green once
Blushing into red and brown.
Changing colours
Changing rhymes
And I watch that leaf
Fall down from autumn’s branches.
Changing colours
Changing songs
And I sing a new one
Knowing that I sing again.
End: 5:35 p.m.
2 comments:
Very drift-y.
Try writing a Villanelle. Makes driftiness appear nice. Heh.
Thats why they called it as a "circle of life". sometimes at the bottom, sometimes at the top
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