Autumn again

Esmeralda Tunichtgut

Slowly she´s wandering the evenings garden way and her smile are flowers that bloom for one day. Autumn child, a promise lies in your hands but she knows that it ends. When the cold wind arrives the garden´s gates the more she tries to stay the sooner she fades. Like the flown birds her voice lost it´s gold in the morning she´s old. Nothing but a memory...