Feelin’s, Николай Массальский Reflections

Dull and grey streets
they will meet me again
When I get out
for a walk.

Autumn is here
painting browns and reds
Splutters bright leaves
on the ground.

And again
thinking of you
drives me away from this world.

Cold autumn wind
it is grasping my heart.
When I’m alone
I feel low

And your smile
makes me fly
getting high and high above