A voice singing lullaby
You sitting by the window
Copy poems with great care.
As I pass accidentally
Watch you dazed as in a dream.
So skilled your calligraphic hand
Floats pen on paper surface.
An unknown sense of poetry
Shines within your blinking eyes.
Window takes the colour green
Your shirt is a canary shade.
Little bird is flying by
And sings with sweetest voice.
Weather mourns autumnally.
Yellowed leaves of trees.
Regret of summer still remained
No voice sings lullaby.