As maple leaves fall down the street and the monsoon bids goodbye
As the mornings become late as the dark clouds fly by
It is time for the mist to come down the slope once again
A mist of hope, of laughter and a mist that makes some cry
As I sit down by the window and look at the hills far away
My soul is lost in thoughts and my mind is swayed
I wish I lose myself in this mist of the fall
I wish I lose myself among the oak trees, ohh so majestic and tall
The mist takes me away to another universe
Where no one is dying or bonded and where life is not a curse
The life I want everyone to live and cherish for long
The life which is not a eulogy but a joyous song
I wonder if the mist will take me away to that place
The land of happiness and solace
I sit by my window and gaze at the mist of the fall
The winds blow by and announce the arrival of the fall.
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