fresh dried leaves of her life !

its again and it arrived again, the time prevalent, who made me the prey of my own brain ! how bad a passionate cook can feel when the taste of his magic touch is being blamed and disagreed ! how broken a dancer can be when after having swelled up her feet she is awarded with the words that the dance he loved for has nothing to do so and have to leave ! love has always risen from the heart heart has been always true from the start and that love now lost the beauty like a stale the truth had broken like a ugly fairy tale ! the visualisation has now disappear in the crowd, that unexperienced support has again became swoop ! an approach is approaching that thw winter days are no more charming, and the night teasing me all her way has passed like anythng. what to expect from the morning legs are stucked to thr ground shivering ! that one beautiful fountain got dried love got fault which bloomed limpid in the midnight !!!