Poezja

The days are cold,
The leaves are falling.

The smiles are going gray,
The days are going black.

The seasons change,
The times change.

The days are cold,
The war is raging on.

The pain is showing in the eyes.

They fall like the leaves one by one,
To the winds hits.

You can only see red,
Like the autumn leaves.

Those leaves will fall,
into the sea of sorrow.

you will never see again.