Thirteen Autumns Of My Solitude

All my life I enjoyed watching myself

Myself in the mirror

But on one grey nightmare day

I realized my shadow disappeared

In sadness I recollect the past years

Sitting at the round oak table

My tears run in the stream

When I assure in the mirrors truth

Thirteen autumns of my solitude

Thirteen autumns of my sorrow

I’m like a confused child was scarily watching

At the dark corner of my old room

It was turning grey while watching

Bathing in the sunset of dying rays.

My last autumn opened my eyes

And now I’m looking into the face of death without a fear

I felt in love with silence and now I enjoy it

And I don’t want my peace to be disturbed by anyone

I led around the autumn leaves in my wither garden

In my grieving dreams I fly into dark forest of my solitude

On my young face I can’t see any wrinkles

On my blanching lips I feel drunk smell of blood

I like falling asleep during cold autumn morning

When the grief going through my veins

My sleep walks away in the rays of dying sunset

And again I’m staying alone

In sadness I recollect the past years

Sitting at the round oak table

My tears run in the stream

When I assure in the mirrors truth