Autumn night 

Somewhere lonely night cries,
The frayed leafs of Autumn are fallen.
Like a day of Jesus christ,
My sins are totally stolen.
Slowly flows wind in my hair,
And in the silence whispers nothing,
My hands are frozen and bare,
Completely tired of trusting.
Growing silence in my head,
It's screaming in frozen environment,
I'm familiar of the death
And waiting of it in every moment.
Somewhere lonely river's crying,
And I'm staying into fallen leafs...
Like a dusty archives,
Once we return too to our lives.

10/10/2014
Venice