Lyrik gegen Alltagsblues – Clockwise at the sky

Praise the
Apples on the tree
Last until frost coats the fire red with freeze
Let me fall asleep but still adore what is surrounding me
The smell of wet leaves
The smell of wet wood
Sound of cracking leaves
The oldish Yellow
Last sun shines through the golden trees
Reminds me of the season change
Reminds me, autumn coming closer
When days get shorter
Time closer to an end of the year
Festive season coming though I don’t want to write another number on the paper
Don’t want the cycle to repeat all over
For now just watch the sun walking closer to the trees
A last kiss before she leaves
For how long no one knows
Might be for very long
If fate decides to close your eyes
Or lets you wake up to continue
With the ever same