but I can't find a tear

[angliholic]

When Zephyr
stoops to gather yellow fallen leaves,
the more
he picks, the more he drops.

My dear,
Can't you see
it has already turned into a season
of maples,
and a season of sorrows?

Especially when you're not here
to collect those colorful dreams with me,
my heart wants to cry,
but I can't find a tear.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I admire the elegiac quality of this.

[angliholic]

Thanks, Prince, for your admirable feedback!

I appreciate your comment as always!