trees heavy with water
scent of hysteria all over
people floating in the lake shore
flowers bursting out everywhere
in the summer
death is all around
but when the water recedes
and the nights get cold
the lovely scent of the rotten leaves
and the comforting sound
of the dying forest
in the autumn
life is all around
when there’s time to look inside
and there’s no-one to fall to

INVIA LE CORREZIONI