Desert, Thirst, Stones and Weeds,
Wondered were these all our needs?
Ever had we asked for tears?
Why for goodbye meant our ears?
Autumn, Winter, Sun shine, Snow,
Sorrow, Regrets, Sadness, Woe.
Tired shoulders, lonely cries,
Crimson, yearning, swollen eyes.
Shadow standing on the wall,
Flimsy, weary, eight feet tall.
Pages scattered on the floor,
No one knocking at the door.
Lonesomeness feel everywhere,
Empty bed and empty chair.
Aching prayers, broken knees,
Some one’s dying, keep silence please.
(- Writer: Nay Af/Autumn Green)
Autumn Green 