Autumn in my heart
The abandoned heart
Like the rising wind in autumn
When the air is wild
With scarlet, red and gold leaves
Blowing in the wind
Leaving the branches bare...
The abandoned heart
Like the rising wind in autumn
When the air is wild
With scarlet, red and gold leaves
Blowing in the wind
Leaving the branches bare...
Autumn in my heart
The broken heart
Grey and old
Dry and cold
Singing the song of the soul
With the acoustics of the season
As crisp as the autumn air
As if spring is not seen
As if summer is not heard
As if it could not be
As if it had not been...
The broken heart
Grey and old
Dry and cold
Singing the song of the soul
With the acoustics of the season
As crisp as the autumn air
As if spring is not seen
As if summer is not heard
As if it could not be
As if it had not been...
Rosnah Ahmad
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