In Autumn, we come new and shiny as cents

Leaves fall as recollection of remembrance

Especially in a rainy day, flap to pitter – patter

All bundle up all moods of color, stack to stack forever

The illusion of the eyes that makes one tense

Already quite intoxicated, makes perfect sense

Laughter echoed when she passed by, whence

She thinks, what am I joke to him, her?

In Autumn…

In her dreams she will go without any offense

To see a sweet face in fantasy only, no defense

Talking about everything, nonsense all in a blurr

Even a message with a heart, and a wake with a smile ever

While the moon rises and day whence

Waving to you, see you in dreams, it makes sense