Autumn, as the sky, has stars. Maybe because Autumn is like a sky after all, it is the sky of poets and artists, lovers and mad dogs of glory.
Sometimes I look up and I’m struck by the sight of a breathtaking sky, sometimes the clouds are filled up with light, sometimes they’re like blankets in the blue, or they’re sketches from a child’s book. Sometimes the sun rays play throughout the sky and paint beautiful emotions for us.
Autumn is like the sky, just less quiet, more playful, less soft and more intense, it shines with passion and it flies on wings of art.
I breath in Autumn and live in its art, I write Fall and love through the following seasons.
How can the poets
If autumn remain far
∼ “Wind of Autumn” by Bongokobida Zakaria