I will leave no trace,Like the autumn rainI will sweep you off,And pain will be over.Finally. I will be gentle –As gentle can be,As a melodyThat flies above the clouds ,Glorious. I will be kind,As the spring sunThat makes the flowersBloom in the snowLovingly. I will be enchantingAs the old fairy taleGold-dusted,Full of memoriesOf magic.Continue reading “November canticle”