my memories flee my grasp.
the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.
we grieve the death of our youth.
the spark of magicfizzled out with summer breezeinto stagnant leaves
when i fall asleep at nightwith my hair finally loose,i dream of golden dreamswith shimmering veilsand heart-wrenching laughsand smiles that take my breath awayto a land that i never want to forgetwhere my fingers skim the surface of clear lakesand my feet tread autumn leaveslined upon a soft dirt roadunderneath a bright blue skywhere autumnContinue reading “golden dreams”
chill of a cool breeze,breathtaking golden sunlight,autumn leaves falling I just went walking, and came up for the inspiration for this piece. It is simply beautiful right now in sunny California, with the mountains with their snow-capped peaks and the golden sunlight filtering through tree branches, coupled with the yellow, orange, and red leaves lyingContinue reading “start of autumn”
autumn leaves falling,crackling beneath our feet,crisp cool air rises.