The air is held in the stone.
Change your address and find another stone.
Change your address and enter a dark tunnel. There is no exit or possibility of return. The air turns on itself and breaks. Supiros escape from the wounds of the stone.
The sky, sad to undertake this transformation. Want to know how to mourn, but not and only manages to fade.
This is the season of change.
Fall is a treeless wasteland. It is a wilderness inhabited by ghosts.
anyone could walk on this scenario. But it does not. is hidden behind green eyes behind brown eyes.
The music comes from somewhere else, as an unwanted visitor.
Music touches but does not stay. It is too heavy to fall without disturbing the peace of autumn.
How are the stones? Old and dumb.
How is the air? Shaky and fragile.
What are the steps that will not stop? Remained quiet and strange.
Light is only a reflection of what does not. Fall has
stone body injury, broken air, sky fearless, steps mutilated.
Because time does not run without something to bend, without a desire to be inconclusive, but it's dark and fatigue appear to leave a layer of dust on things, as the mirror covers already should not look.
Ghosts do not find their site. Are defeated on the green leaves that were born at the wrong time.
From time to fall, autumn also passes away.
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