In vain

When the yellow autumn
Fired up the trees,
Laying on the bottom
Carpets of red leaves,

When that autumn suffered
Crying in the rain,
Three words that I uttered
Were then told in vain.

When the winter blithely
Covered brooks with ice,
Then you didn't either
Give my words a price.

When the snow was falling
Down on the earth,
I stopped vain calling,
It was like a birth..

Now the snow is hiding
That mistake of mine.
Clouds are slowly gliding
On the Sea Divine..

Oh, to err is human,
to forgive divine..

(11th January 2014, 1:51)