Quoting ghasman:

Autumn breezes start to blow In my mind's eye colors fading While others start to glow Here in my cozy shell I forget all I need to know My dreams, They come and go Swirling to and fro Suddenly, A teardrop crystal clear Freezing before it could flow Stillborn... Not every bird will fly Nor river run its course Some things better left unsaid Some feelings better off dead