innocence

leaf-rains fell,

notes fell,

tears fell...

endless roads

blend into

one yellow-lit stretch:

dark-corner-whispers louden

the aloneness.

Old tunes trip off

old feelings

that quietly slither away

from this new-found din.

Unrequited loves return to swear

undying devotion

as new tunes,

new tears,

new leaves

fall.