Autumn.

It is autumn again, full of pure nostalgia. This season is heartbreakingly beautiful, as leaves fall with grace on the ground. They kiss the ground gently while the rest admires their beauty of falling.

Autumn is the season of the end, where new beginnings begins. It's the season when nature paints ground with pure gold. It's about the melancholy of birds and trees. The wind rises and howls, the air is wild, just as you with me.

While everyone is adoring the beauty, leaves fall, leaving their home. I am falling too, but no one is able to notice. The ground is covered with tears; the ones made up of gold. Maybe this season tells us that ends can be beautiful too.

Every fallen leaf on the ground, tells about its story. It screams about being fallen and forgotten. My heart is crying silently, trying to find its lost love. You're a tree, I will always belong to, remember me as I'm yours.
As the wind blows and leaves fall I whisper stay, just for a minute.

You're my autumn,
you come and leave
And I fall for you
Again and again.