I
The withered leaves mutter a lullaby
To the pavements dressed in blazing red
People, while praising beauty
Unmindfully crush autumn under their steps
II
Melancholy is randomly burning in two eyes
One of mine
The other one, is also of mine
III
City lights are stars, they don’t sleep
They gaze at anyone, yet take notice of no one
Anyhow, my gentle bud, I believe your bed-time story
You saw them weep
In the rain
With the rain
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V
I’ve discovered the comfort of being anonymous
And blending myself into the so-called modern life’s emptiness
Clearing myself of love or hate for people, of any race or sex
I don’t care if they care about me
I don’t care if everything about me they’ll forget
I’ve just passed by the pale grey sky of this city
Like a transparent leaf
VI
Isn’t this city made of glass?
When you accidentally drop your invisible tears upon its ground
It would be broken, literally, into a thousand shards
Each reflects a different shade of you.