Fire leaves are the days, parts of one's season. A moist spring in the hair, a memory in the eye. Wind dry removes traces, torrential rain, choking tears. A summer summer in your flesh, a scream in the chest. Dry winter envelops the soul, years apart ... empty words ... The rains wash mud, winds bring a finger. The jar beam from the sky Fire leaves covered the face. Melody gentle somewhere in the woods. Shaking sounds, tear the chest. Fire leaves are the days, parts of one's season. Muddy hot tears, fall in your finger- a black white halftone. A moist spring in the hair, picture without background. Somewhere on the ground the rains water the sadness ...
