The sin of loneliness

What a lonely October this year!

Even poplars seem humble and sad.

Every calendar sheet that I tear

Deepens hues of this brownish red

That the city has wrapped itself in

To make sure it is safe from the sin.

Yes, a sin! That's what loneliness is.

It's a crime to be left to survive

On the crossroads, attacked by the breeze

Overdrowning the scream: "I'm alive!"

Then you come to the point you're alone

In a crowd with grimaces of stone.

Leaves keep falling embracing the ground

Where I lie, looking up at the blue,

At these beautiful poplars around...

If it's wrong to be crying for you,

Then I guess I'm a sinner, my dear.

What a lonely October this year!

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