Autumn wanderer

It's a clear sky and a shinning sun over my head
The sand massages my feet with each step I make
But the wind is cold.

It's Autumn.

That's the season when I was born
It's the most nostalgic seasons,
with the fresh memories from spring and summer
It's where the last beauties lays before winter.

At the seashore, Nature won't stop its waves
nor the small lives will stop for this lonely wanderer to pass.

The scent and the song are now gone,
no matter how many times I smell or listen to the air.

I still keep walking, wondering if I'll ever feel something like I once felt.