season of earth

Thousand stars away from a smile

Silence through the wind

A dying tree leaving scars to the ground

Rain coming down once again on the flower

A river flowing to an empty hole

A storm leading to a dead end

Light to an empty space

A rotten fruit to be found

An imaginary land

Where no white horse and fairy to be found

Only rotten fruit is the reality

To a closed mind

-Miz-