there is something strange about the weather today, the sky is clear but the clouds aren't moving, as if the time stopped, the maple leaves falling one by one as the wind taking them away, far from sight. something so beautiful yet melancholic. the sound of falling leaves echoes in my ears, making me wonder
was it always like this,
or a new story is about to
b e g i n ?
YOU ARE READING
FALLING FOR SUMMER
Poetry❝Like the waves reaching out for shore every time he reached out she could see her not being as she was before. . . . ❞ In which both Fall and Summer fell in love with each other yet couldn't be together
