October

Dark shadows down the shed, 
as autumn leaf falls 
down towards the ground. 
October, the weather does not pity people, 
if you're made ​​of sugar you can not stand it. 
We need confidence in life, 
it still can not pull the rug 
under the feet. 

The pain cry sometimes falls 
down from the sky, when the angel 
to fold their wings. 
Roses cemetery, 
it is somewhere behind the fence 
people expect. 

Still, October offers consolation, 
in the middle of melancholy and longing. 
Lying, capricious people, 
what to do with them? 
How can I take a look at 
eyes open tomorrow? 
I smile anyway, because the 
October is the month of comfort. 
It calms me after the summer, 
little by little the depth of groundfrost runs per 
time. Now it is autumn, and the 
acquired by the natural decay of the magic.