On the silent road
I stand too still,
afraid to move a trifle.
The red tree, lifeless
stands beside me,lonely.
The branches deprived of leafs,
the wind blew them off.
on this twilight
they are as naked as i am.
the moon glowed above us
making us look even more lonely.
somewhere on the branch
a lonely brow leaf
danced with the wind....
then lightly, O so lightly,
descended down upon my feet.
the long stagnant tear
slipped frm my eye. . .
tomorrow the trees will be green,
the sun shining bright.
but today me and the tree is alike
lonely, naked, forgotten...
