Analysis of Fall 2003

`tis the month of October
Fall is on her full swings
Leaves fall out of trees
Singing the madrigals of Despair and Griefs
Fall,fall,fall where has gone all the green
Leaves red,yellow,pink,purple,ink blowing
in the Air of midnight stream
Late in the howling wind I hear the she-owls
scream for the he-owls love dreams
Rt,rt,rt I keep calling;alas!she cannot hear
me;she`s too busy in her worldy means
Piercing the breasts of Heaven;upturning the
Wombs of Seas;O lo!what I see
Kumar`s drowning in her loveliQuid
She kills me w/ her excessive lovecream
`tis the day of Fall
Everything seems so dismal,so pall
Worn in the pullover of Moghul
I await for her lonely loveride in the
deserted desret of colorful dreams!