November 21, 2012
The long sobs of
The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
With monotones
Of boredom
Quite colorless
And choking when
The hour strikes
I think again
Of vanished days
And cry
And so I leave
On cruel winds
Squalling
And gusting me
Like a dead leaf
Falling
Paul Verlaine
Posted by amin at November 21, 2012 10:35 AM