• blueliness 9w

    The best of the summer is gone
    and the new fall is not yet born.
    At summers end,
    I feel the earth's rhythm
    under my feet
    and I see the leaves falling,
    dissolving their greens.
    Please stay with me
    just one more moment,
    before the last roses waste away,
    before the season changes
    and nothing will stay the same.
    Not forever does the flowers blossom,
    not forever does the swallow sings,
    only now we are here together
    in this moment, my love,
    at least we have this.
    blu