Autumn Shade

In the garden mount lies a wooden fire
Drown in waters, drown in shame
Run through the leaves
Cover the Earth like a boreal shroud
The Sun rays have gone
Gold turn silver

When green wanted red
To colour feeling grey
The colourful for me emerged in grey gloss [?]

In the garden mount lies a wooden fire
Drown in waters, drown in shame
Run through the leaves
Cover the Earth like a boreal shroud
The Sun rays have gone
Gold turn silver

When green wanted red
To colour feeling grey
The colourful for me emerged in grey gloss [?]