Autumn whispers a soft goodbye,
As the last leaves dance, drifting high.
A season of letting go,
Of fading beauty, slow.

The sun spreads its golden glow in the sky,
A warmth that stays, where we feel free.
In every moment, love becomes strong and bright,
As simple as breathing, as deep as the ocean's height.

In the rhythm of seasons, love comes and goes,
Each phase a chapter that we choose to know.
From autumn's soft falling to winter’s cold embrace,
To spring’s awakening, love finds its place.

In winter's grasp, the world seems to pause,
A silent stillness that wraps in its thaw.
Footsteps swallowed by soft, drifting snow,
Love waits, patient, beneath the glow.

In winter's grasp, the world seems to pause,
A silent stillness that wraps in its thaw.
Footsteps swallowed by soft, drifting snow,
Love waits, patient, beneath the glow.

Leaves drift down softly, like whispered secrets,
Red and gold dance in the cool air,
Each leaf holds a memory, a promise nearby,
The heart starts its quiet journey.

Will this be the last time you hear from me?
Gone with the wind 
There is only confusion

Where did you go, my love?
Where did you go?
There's this guy,
Who walks,
And talks,
Just like you,
But it's not you.

Upon the wood that was once the timbers of a barn,
the wood that was once a part of the chattering forests of the hills,
I write a letter of the kind of love that gives birth to entire worlds

With one touch you entered my soul,
As if your own body were its key

Through the quiet of the night, shadows dance 
Across the walls of a once happy home 
Echoes of laughter linger in the air 
But now replaced by silence, heavy and cold

Within the realm of love, a girl does dwell, 
Her heart a tumultuous storm, a story to tell,
She yearns for a boy, with feelings so deep, 
But fear grips her soul, her secret to keep. 

Through the quiet of the night, she sits alone, 
Her heart heavy with a burden all her own. 
Her hands, once soft, now clenched in anger, 
Resentment burning, a silent danger. 

In the cradle of her warm embrace, love blooms, 
A mother's heart, a haven of tender care,
Her arms, a sanctuary that consumes 
All worries, all fears, all burdens we bear. 

Into the wilderness, she disappeared 
Forty days and forty nights.
Her body emaciated, her hair withering.
Should she subject herself to such cruel doings?

Roses starve in the greenhouses like sheltered children, Wicked yet beautiful. 
Their contradiction is a fate clinging to the divine, It pains me, this envy 
Not lonely, not wicked,  
beautiful and shunned. 

A son is born, wheezing air out of his lungs as he struggles to breathe through the empty air. The woman, now mother who lays weakened by his conception on the plastic ground that surrounds her but not only her. The plastic surrounds all.

You left me
Like a lecturer
in an empty classroom