OCTOBER-feels

There comes a scent from distant wind

Caress the stillness of a pure blue heart-

Soaked in the ocean of uncertainties,

Cold and stern, fighting the autumn's warmth.

The fragrance of the bloom it brings along,

Surrounds the clouded mountain with poems,

Threatening the blues and its colors

to think that they belong...

That it's alright to go with the wind,

Cause both flower is full grown,

And coming from the distant sound

is the drumming of a lovely song.

_daylight