Poems: Joy

Uncover the mystery of autumn

already difficult to speak

are falling, but I think

broken hands, shortness of

little air, choking

You need to sit on a bench

not the middle of the edge

sit there for lovers

my feet stirred up the leaves

look to the turn

and had a face, a smile

shaking a lot, kiss goodbye

to face unknown

what to do with, get out of hell

turned away from prayer

I take my hand fall face

a nice big brown leaf

Cemetery tears your heart

why, why are you coming again fall

you do on ice for joy.