Haust

Brún lauf liggja hjálparvana á kaldri jörð eins og brostin hjörtu. Fallin lauf fjúka út í horn og berast sem rusl með skóm fólks. Beinaber lauf molna undan grimmu roki þar til ekkert verður eftir, ekkert sem var. --------------------- Brown leafs lie helpless on a cold ground like broken hearts. Fallen leafs blow into the corner and travel as litter with peoples shoes. Bareboned leafs crumble by a harsh wind until nothing remains nothing that was.