I’m breathing in the scent of fresh acrons,
the leaves; they fall on my shoe,
but then they blow away and they fall into a bed of million leaves..
– Each colorful,
unique and full of life..
Still, my lips are cracked while they touch the cold mist..
Letting the breeze form goosebumps on my arms,
while warming myself up by the fire place every night.
I’m breathing in the words I thought I’d lost,
now they’re born again on the first day of the autumn…