The wind dances
with the blue October.
The flowers dying,
the animals in fear.

Rain falls during this blue October.
Forever free, forever calming.
The trees whisper
into my ears.

The leaves
whishing around
tell a story,
and giggle at their fun.

A black rose falls onto my palm.
It shows its pity on me,
something I do not need.

I lie down on the soothing grass,
and close my eyes.
Imaginary, is it not?
But this is my own world,
my own blue October.