Autumn

I’ve never meant to be your Spring,

Neither your bright Summer.

Perhaps, I could be your Autumn,

Cool, sweet, and golden.

Without the storms of March,

Neither the dog days of July,

Perhaps, with the scent of apples

or the tender touch of a breeze. 

(by M)

Big Girls Don't Cry

Grown-up girls don't cry.

They just say goodbye with love

after a ridiculously long nigh

and quietly leave in the morning.

They do not believe in fabrications and words.

They do not believe in fairy tales. 
They do not believe in miracles.

They do not believe in shooting stars and full moons.

They don't believe in anything anymore. 
And so…

The big girls are leaving.

They leave forever as soon as they decide.

Even if it's insanely difficult for them,

the grown-up girls find their way.

(by M)