I love that melody, the melody that syncs with the leaves falling from the maple tree
The melody that summoned a gentle tap from the castles in the sky
The tune that shook my soul like the bract with its little flower against the cold breeze
I scrutinized the singer’s demeanor, a charmer sending octaves across the serenade
Whereafter the wings bowed delicately, when it’s caught between the cupid’s bow
I hadn’t had the chance to fanthom when this little bottle was kept overflown with sugary fluids
And I was unable to obtain awareness a wide arch that already posessed me
It amazed me. The power this very human holds. He could take over the world for all I know, and he’d still succeed
As I glared at the little stray leaflet that pat his head, I thought, how comfortable the leaflet was from the touch of the fluffy strands instead of the insufferable fall from the empty breeze
