Every blossom wants to fruit
Every morning wants to be evening,
Eternal is not on earth As the change,
as the escape.
Even the most beautiful summer wants
Once autumn and wilting feel.
Hold, leaf, patiently,
If the wind wants to kidnap you.
Play your game and do not fight back,
Let it quitly happen.
Let the wind that breaks you,
Blow you home.
Withered leaf- Herman Hesse
Dress- Aurobelle Ibiza