Yesterday I opened my old poetry book, when I found a pressed autumn leaf. Its fragrance took me back in time, back in that cold rainy day Then I was so young and beautiful when it got caught in my hair by the mischievous wind, bathed in sky's tears. But now it's dried And it will never be as it was before. Just like me...
Today i really did find an old autumn leaf pressed in my old poetry book. It brought back so many memories. Good times...