1. The Poem I never Wrote
How it will be,
if the future tells the tale of Now?
How it will be,
if the brightest night denotes the story you wrote?
How it will be,
if the darkest day denotes the lines you told?
How it would be,
If the summer stays forever, so that the winter can never bring those memories back, that we never made?
How it would be,
If we could become the silent hue of the autumn evening?
How magical it would be,
If we could be one of those new leaves of the early spring?
And how beautiful it could be,
If our story would end with the last leaf fall in the winter's memory?








