Have you heard
the song of
dried leaves,
hot coffee,
cold breeze,
orange skies,
lonely eyes,
broken dreams
Because if it's not
listen to my heartbeat
it sings
the song of autumn
Everything
is
withering,
my heart
is breaking, shattering,
wanting
to end
the song
But
the Sun came
her glow, her sunshine
is too blinding
it outshines my cloud
I closed my eyes
peacefully, whole-heartedly
listen to the beats
of my loud mind,
and sings with it
The Sun , as always,
selflessly share her light
and it is so
exceptionally beautiful
it hits me,
my fall-like heart
stopped singing
but the autumn
melody remains
and I think this is what you called
love; self-love indeed
There is no valid reason
for you to indulge in
self-loathing,
there is non-existing explanation
why
you
can't
BE KIND
to
yourself
Story