morose of feeling, melancholy in my presentationSlowly unfurling my blueYou decorate my dreams so beautifullymy pain drawn close is a rich indigosadness is a faded denimso often I wear itsecluded shelter, I am socialbut find emptiness in the noiseyou're...

swansong   the dried ,scattered leaves came to life for the last time, when the autumn wind gently lifted them up lending them soft wings, the leaves danced for the last time... swirling twirling pirouetting in a trance , dreaming the dreams they once lived, wistfully whistling tune of old melodies, the leaves breathed for the last time... in...