
Gentle breeze
carrying dreams away in crimson leaves
to the land of golds, plums, rusts …
where moon and sun forever dance.

Gentle breeze
carrying dreams away in crimson leaves
to the land of golds, plums, rusts …
where moon and sun forever dance.
Not your typical Autumn poem
The Fall
Master of Lies
white walls crashing
Autumn of the righteous.
