There is autumn, bright and cold
A symphony of hurts in crimson robe
There is autumn and its promises of shadows and darkness
There is autumn and loveless disappearance
Itinerant souls swirling in savage whispers
With great respect! A.
I have been to many places searching for myself. But the greatest journey of all is the one I started within myself. There lies the most beautiful light, music and colours one can expect.
Welcome within, with great respect and love! A.