An October Sunday   
Corny Held

Another grey day passes
Rain washing away the nightmares
The air is fresh outside and cold
Heaven's tears clean up the ways for us
to go again

The trees are sighing softly
Winds blowing away the nightmares
The air is strong outside and tender
Hell is trying to warm up
life in vain

The fires whisper warmth
Gleams burning away the nightmares
Smoke curling up outside so spicey
Dancing shapes are celebrating spite

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