A piece of life

A piece of life

 

I go along the street

under my feet
rustling leaves

I think of yesterday
I think of tomorrow
I am alone on the street

It starts to rain
I feel the wet drops
on my skin

I think of yesterday
I think of tomorrow
I am alone on the street

The wind swells
he blows through my hair
and touches my face

I think of yesterday
I think of tomorrow
I am alone on the street

the sun shines

the light blinds me
I shut my eyes

I think of yesterday
I think of tomorrow
I am alone on the street

the air smells
I smell wet leaves and earth
I smell the autumn

and I fear for the winter
because I'm alone on the street