Autumn
Carla Bruni
There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. where the lark was Nought gold where you hair was; nought warm where your hand was; but phantoms forlorn beneath the thorn your ghost where your face was. where your face was Sad winds where your voice was; tears tears where my heart was; and ever with me child ever with me silence where hope was. where hope was