Here on city streets
My heart cries for the mountains
Where the smoke rises

City falls

With misty eyes recount the radiant hues
Of autumn, with the help of gloried muse.
That glow across the lofty mountain side,
The auburn touching somewhere deep inside.
While in the city, on these hardened streets,
Reluctant urban dwellers gently weep.
For all we see around is shitty brown,
As leaves upon the rain soaked kerbs fall down.
A coarse cacophony of blowers starts,
Tears through all thoughts of love from tender hearts.
If only we could hear the mountain wind,
Instead of this counfounded awful din!
Oh Autumn, of such radiant glowing hues,
I’d bin this city life for shades of you.

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