I ran pass a place before dawn...
A place in the back of my head like a Width of memory blowing in the wind like a rotten leaf
A leaf that sadly fallen from autumn tree
A lead once was on a tree branch knowing eventually it will fall
A leaf that wish it can say “thank you next” like a song in the breeze
Though it brings nothing but “photograph” of seasons
Seasons of tears that leaves nothing but sad memories
A leaf that sits in a shower if rain to hide it’s painful tears
A leaf that has fallen down stream
A stream of photographs
Photographs which was taken in good intentions
Photographs of first sprouts
Photographs of buds that bloom in spring
Photographs of blossoms that fruits as bees buzz
Photographs that leaves you nothing
Nothing but a stream of pain
A stream that hurts to swim in
A stream that once tore you apart
A stream that is now nothing but a rotten leaf in the wind that blows in the back of my mind.