Lying underneath the autumn leaves
the memories rest, they are rotting in the past
and images are disappearing in the morning mist
the wind blows the leaves, spinning in the air.
May the sun shine through the cold clouds.
The stars glow above like thousands eyes
blinking in the dark, like millions of light flies
in the wild fields on quiet nights.
May the heart be a tulip bulb
which blooms in the next spring.
May the rain water down the sorrows
and drain out the pain
May the roots of the trees take away the tears
and turn them into green new leaves.
May the rainbow appears on a deep blue sky.
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