French Chanson
The single leaf
In color purple
Moves in a circle,
By Autumn rain and wind
Revolving and skinned.
I do not make plans.
I only wait and look for your words.
They sound like song of bluebirds.
They talk to my soul
To avoid the heart’s hole.
You keep me young and alive.
With these words I will survive.
I got a one-way ticket
To take a walk
To live, love, and laugh. –
It is a good stuff!
I stat young and move in a circle,
Revolving like the leaf in Autumn.
Tomshinsky@2025
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