the branches how they quiver
among the restless leaves.
nothing is quite the way it seems.
all is illusion what you percieve.

i grasp for what i believe is right.
and i tend to follow through.
but yet again i missed your soul
an on the contrary i missed you.

i fall to prey of beautiful words
that float along the breeze
and nothing made me weary
like the quivering of the trees.

the sky transends to gray
and the leaves began to fall.
i look up to the sky
and i've never felt so small.