Autumn's cold hands has a fire,

a fire
sets colours in almost everything
it touches in the forest.

Not a single leaf on the tree is the same.

Life knows
how to fit sufficiently into every molecule,
into every body.
never too large, to shed out the excess
never too small, to keep each little function breathe

Everyday, i try and escape a little
from the society, from the government's plans for my life
to keep an essential part of freedom.

just a little disobedience
to listen to other things in life
than just being useful.

We all come from somewhere, in different shades and sizes
but breathe the common air.

what we possess , we carry in our hearts and heads
till we'll empty like baggages once
our travelling done.

our faces shall be remembered
by the love we've carried in it.
Love-- the only thing
that transmutes our ugliness into beauty
imperfections into completeness

Love leaves us contingent... for ugly faces to become beautiful