My hands cold as a stone,
I am walking alone.
Sunlight kisses the trees,
I finally smile for no reason.

The curtains dance with the wind,
a world painted in the shadows lives and dies.
Gravity loses me,I float in my dreams,
I forget the past and the hopeless reasons;
I wait for the dance of the leaves,
their short-lived lives, dancing atop our heads,
in death, a rosy bed welcoming the coming season.