Farewell or October

Fading swiftly, the lost sounds;

The silent night loses its imaginations.

The leaves are gone, no more verdant shade;

In yellow and red, they lifelessly wade.

The ceaseless torrent of the dark rain,

The stars submerged, forever lain.

Nowhere is anyone, emptiness cries;

As if someone repeatedly tries.

Seems like a call to the endless abyss,

Seems like a call, to forever miss.

Why do you beckon the void, Farewell?

Why sketch Colour’s October, in your tell?