The sun is gone with all the gray memories. Sweet memories,tender thoughts, warm senses, bright shapes, sweet voices, light whisper, warm breath, eternal sunshines.
Faded the field and its flower with all budded charms, faded the shape of beauty from my mind, faded the voice with entirely tenderness, faded the sight of beauty from my soul eyes, leaving this empty room so quite than a millions stars. Brave is the sea, and humble is the heart, no please more transcending to the end of this chart.
Autumn is coming and hope seems to be more lightness.