The howling of the wind in the clear sky
Is when we ask the word "why?"
These unexplainable thoughts we cannot express
So we hold a pen and paper that made us obsess
Write, scribble, write until your hands ache
A world full of aesthetics is what you can make
Take one's mind to an unknown place
Deeper than the oceans and farther in space
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
