E a r l G r e y

dear autumn, [in english]

aesthetic sceneries of forest,

coloured in yellow and red,

a pinch of cinnamon, spilt on my chest,

and piece of blues in my head -

she brought me bliss of melancholic being,

with drops of rain and swish of wind.

the sun's still shining but clouds fleeing,

making the memories of summer tinned.

when walking through park I discovered

the natural beauty of yours,

and slowly my heart was recovered

by this touch zephyrous and smooth.