Leaves falling,
Sound of the wind,
Taste of the breezy air
Shades of colours
Blinding our visions
Noisy steps on the ground squeezing the life out of nature
Birds spreading wings
Shadow of the sun
Warmth and coldness
Filling up our lungs
A sea of clouds coming slowly
Like the bitterness in our mouths
Hot beverages in shaky hands
Absorbing the comfort of it
Smokes leaving a path behind
Water spilling from the dark sky
Hoods and coats protecting humans
Like they were made of sugar
Savour of rainy days
Sweetness of roasted coffee beans
Smell of older books
Liquids filling our empty souls
Naked trees living until their very last breath
Grieving what they lost
Just like what we lost
Repeating splashes of shoes
Entering the holes of the world
A spectator, an outsider
Watching change in front of their
Pathetic broken eyes
As the tone deepens through time
As the crowd becomes an ocean
Of void, of hollowness
Places stuffed with ghosts
Penetrating our corpses under pants
Layers added to fight the cool atmosphere
Runny noses saying otherwise
Umbrellas engaging a never-ending
Combat  with their enemy wind
Wet leaves pouring blood
Soaked clothes sticking to our raw skins
Hair dripping like instant noodles
Running cowards in showers
Repairing under bridges and fragile ceilings
Puddles of our toes
Yellows, Oranges and Browns
Pigments making a show
Tints expressing endless emotions
Pages after pages
Turning themselves
D(r)ying themselves
Drops descending straight glasses
Going faster every single second
A fragment of life taken out of them
A brief instant of peace
Before the storm hits them
Flying us everywhere, anywhere
As we vanish
Just like skeletons of leaves
Dead on the ground