~indian summer~
See the sun glowing in the sky,
changing my grey soul
into the colours of an indian summer
but it s just an illusion,that i will live
because i m going to die.
Memories passing through my mind,
reflections in dusty autumn light
my prism of life is breaking in pieces,
like the ones i leave behind.
O nice and cruel indian summer,
i keep your picture close to my heart
before
i for always drift apart.
littledolphin,13 oktober 2006