Of the Autumn Wind
Man,it rained like mad yesterday.Just to my liking.Haha.Well,as i pulled the clothes in and closed the glass doors at my balcony,i got ready for bed as the rain continued to pour.What comes after the rain,is priceless.No,im not talking about the bugs.Its the cold breeze that flows through the window at night.I was just listening to John William's "The Reunion" and "Schindler's List" when i came up with the poem below.Sorry,its not exactly my best work.It fact,its pretty cheesy.But oh well,its my blog.My poem.My imagination.So bite me.

A sudden chill,
A cold autumn breeze.
Listening to that sound,
Of soft old violin.

Then the fingers danced,
Upon the black and yellow,
Notes that are already lost in the days,
On the same old piano.

The rain came and went.
A grey veil it pulled over us all,
That quietly let out a scent,
Hinting the coming of the fall.

As winter comes,autumn goes.
The leaves fall,and the snow drifts.
Wherever the sorrow goes,the wind follows.
Floats away with the endless grieves.

Beneath the frozen ice,
The river still flows.
Decide our fate and roll a dice,
Fall into the hole and let the wind blow.

Everything pauses,everything stops.
That's winter for you,a great stand-still.
Where everything ends with a great fullstop,
And the innocence remains,calm and still.