Autumn falls among the gods

Autumn falls among the gods,
A toothless flower, crys her leaves,
Some fading ghosts, who lurk behind,
Are crying dead their believes.


Two shades, are sitting on a rusted bench,
A song is rising, from the broken strings,
The story tells,the cold guittar,
Stood up as witness to their kiss.


Autumn falls among the gods,
Unspoken words, thunder their voices,
Some craines are lost, in their waiting,
Meantime, the wind has started to laugh, among the crosses.

Danut Ardelean