The Legend Of Fall...

Kamoua National Park

Lebanon

I'm falling slowly... moving right and left... totally depending on the winds that came from the east or the west...

My body is pale... I can see it even that I'm closing my eyes, because i don't know what the benefit of opening them is; I will touch the soil in anyway...

I passed my life looking at the sun, until she burnt me by her rays...

Now I left my existence... I left my reality...

I left everything to be a blank paper in the legend of seasons...

Will someone write a word of love on me, so i believe that my fall is not a fall, but a life...