Reminiscing

I catch the sadness 
of gray woods. Stone by 
stone, gathering the twilight 
of fall. 

Would you walk with me, 
my fallen peaks, 
to witness the cold and wet 
dark? 

A deep silence sings 
in my inside. I scoop 
out the golden hole of 
pain. 

The endless pathway, 
where, you will find my 
immortal verse kissing the 
white snow.