Dried tree
From the window of my small black solitary room,
Could see a tree like me loneliness it had assumed.
Forgetting all the terrible shout,
I was watching the tree out.
Saw all its old leaves were falling,
A pair of shoes on it was hanging.
And the cold weather was at length,
But...
Could see a tree like me loneliness it had assumed.
Forgetting all the terrible shout,
I was watching the tree out.
Saw all its old leaves were falling,
A pair of shoes on it was hanging.
And the cold weather was at length,
But...