Tales from the window

Whisper are you listening?
The leaves learning to walk with the wind
Knocks the trees, returning from abroad
The silence is sleeping inside
And the white building floating on the grassland
When the face of the sky turns feverish
And the wind nurses the leaves
Or a passenger from the waiting room
Silently boarding in the midnight express
Silence, the whisper back again
Yellow from the sky
And a thin white floating above, above the trees
How the night embraces the grassland
And how the rest of the breaths
Walks along the bridge, opens the door again
Like the leaves open too, and walk
After the rain called the smell in
And the wind across the boats
Time like a wave from west to east corner
And if faces are laughing while floating
Few drops of dream from the wall
Few rays of wind behind the curtain.
Leaves are walking, yellow, and again green.