Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life

Autumn

this autumn,
it was
not only
the season
of fall for
leaves and flowers,
but for
my dreams
too and
just like
there are
footprints
on the
dead leaves
of fall,
my dreams
are trodden
by the
footprints
of regret

— season of falling dreams

Withering dreams should be allowed to fall