Lonely In Autumn

The rustling of leaves

The murmuring of seas,

The sky seemed frozen

The clouds counted ten.

The birds in a flock

Remind me of my childhood clock,

There was too much of silence

The forests appeared dense.

The whispering of trees

The buzzing of flees,

No thief theft

No child wept,

All these remind me of that place

With a unique grace.

Suddenly, the beauty left with the arrival of the train,

And, remained the hail of the siren!