
All the splendour
of golden October
is just the
quivering of leaves
and lowerlips.
Let me fly instead
with the migrating birds
You aren’t him.
You are cruel,
loveless October.
All the splendour
of golden October
is just the
quivering of leaves
and lowerlips.
Let me fly instead
with the migrating birds
You aren’t him.
You are cruel,
loveless October.