Black hills upon a starry sky
The river’s bank, the distant lie-
It flew above their heads in vain
Like dragonflies brought down by rain.
The night was cold, November cloak
Of darkness never ending hours
And so they passed on river’s bank
Lost in their world of falling flowers…
And blossoms falling in their world
Were blue and purple, smells divine
Just so they walked without a word
For ice was warmer than their smiles.
Black hills still stand high in the mist
But they are gone, in the fate’s twist.