(Autumn 2007) <br /> <br />No more than colours <br />Autumn brings: <br />what left are only <br />plans and glooms. <br />Hours became once again <br />so still <br />Close you once more <br />in frozen rings. <br />Summer’s nights hopes <br />are now so dull <br />Becoming enemies <br />wrap you in a thrill. <br />When the first yellowed leaf <br />fall on the ground <br />and break the desire, <br />thirst in the soul. <br />All is now inert, like a murdered bull <br />Before full of blood, then flesh to sell. <br />Damned Autumn, who’ve created it. <br /> <br /> Mattia Airoldi<br /><br />Mattia Airoldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-than-colours-autumn-brings/
