La Poesia - Crimson Autumn Blues

La Poesia- Crimson Autumn Blues

Somewhere out there,
Someone is singing,
singing the blues
in the middle of the day
A bright autumn day
the orange sun shining
the slightly chilly wind blowing
the melancholy melody
reveberating through that crimson chamber
Where a princess resides

Why, my friend,
Why are you crying?
Is it the season,
This season call Autumn
where crimson crystals
are more likely to shatter?
Is there some reason
Or invisible pattern
for your hot incessant tears
running down my shoulder?

No it's ok,
I will wash my shirt later,
and my shoulder doesn't ache;
Your head is not that heavy.
Just cry it out,
Keep nothing inside.
Wash away your fears

It is time,
Time to let it go,
Let go of
Your entangled past.
You should be free to soar,
Unfettered,
In a manner befitting your years