The rain is watching me
and the world beyond the glass
shivers
did I really hide it
or do I need to forgive you
for anything that never happened
the wind blowing in my hair
the leaf that has fallen too early
the while of a grey despair
leave all the leaves on the trees
try to make the grey colour shine
and I can still hide it all
before the stars
would close their big eyes
and before I’d see the Moon die